You have a little time yet. You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable. - Lois McMaster Bujold

“What would you do? If you discovered or suspected such a horror?”
His lips twisted. “That’s a tough one. A higher honor must underlie ours, the count says. We can’t ever obey unthinkingly.”
“Huh. That’s what Miles says, too. Is that where he got it, from his father?”
“I shouldn’t be surprised. M’lord’s brother Mark says integrity is a disease, and you can only catch it from someone who has it.”

Your divine should not have used water. It just doesn't hold the attention properly. Wine. Or blood, in a pinch. Some liquid that matters.

All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to worry about not having existed before they were conceived. Or at all. After all, one sperm over and we would have been our sisters, and we’d never have been missed.