Heironymus still looked puzzled.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with what we were discussing," he said, uncertainly. "In any case, I must be off. Don't pin your hopes on dead religions, Herr Schreiber," he said, turning away. "You might count yourself lucky if you only find them to be worshipping false gods."

Owl on his shoulder, the priest headed off through the streets.