"You undervalue yourself and your skills," Cemal said.
Sule gave short, sharp laugh. "Yes, well, you persist in claiming that being a priest means nothing to you, but carry your prayer beads as only a devout person would. Our fool claims to hate his powers but has not ceased using them since he started. We all seem to excel at everything but honesty." He yanked his tunic down and buckled his belt in place. "Speaking of fools, let us go see what provoked this madness. You may have to keep me from killing him."
"That's not a task usually trusted to a known murderer."
"Yes, well, we use the tools available."
Cemal smiled, but it was fleeting and strained around the edges. "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt Binhadi. He doesn't use that particular power often. I've only seen it twice: when he brought the ceiling down on the fearmonger, and later when he pulled you of the well. Strictly speaking, I didn't see that last one, but the point remains."