Chapter 11Don stared at him and took a hasty slug of his port. “Doing what?”
“Taking Holy Orders. We could elevate you to a Missionary Apostle. I would think that it would aid immeasurably in bringing new converts to the Church, and, of course, the greater our membership the greater the number to participate in our jihad against the Kradens.”
“Well, no,” Don said, less than happy. “You see, I am not even a member of the Universal Reformed Church. My parents weren’t religious whatsoever, so I wasn’t raised in the atmosphere.”
“Then, my son, you are not acquainted with the tenets of the Church?”
“Not at all. And I’m a space pilot. Wouldn’t it look rather far out if suddenly I became a what did you call it, a Missionary Apostle?”
His Supreme Holiness shook his head, after taking another
