"This Order has had abbots of gold, abbots of cold tough steel, abbots of corroded lead, and none of them was able, although some were abler than others, some saints even. The gold got battered, the steel got brittle and broke, and the corroded lead got stamped into ashes by Heaven. Me, I've been lucky enough to be quicksilver; I spatter, but I run back together somehow. I feel another spattering coming on, though, Brother, and I think it's for keeps this time. What are you made of, son? What's to be tried?"
"Puppy dog tails. I'm meat, and I'm scared, Reverend Father."
"Steel screams when it's forged, it gasps when it's quenched. It creaks when it goes under load. I think even steel is scared, son."