does

in the world,

in the world, Christian or not—especially those versed in the use of magic—to be the most knowledgeable Strega scholar in centuries. He was not simply a Magus, you know. He was a Grimas, a master of all three of the stregheria canons: Fanarra, Janarra and Tanarra. The first Grimas since Vitold, in fact.”
“And we all know how that Lithuanian swine wound up,” growled Pierre. His Savoyard accent was even heavier than usual.
Eneko’s eyebrows, a solid bar across his forehead, lowered. “Pierre! I remind you—again—that the Church does not extend its condemnation of the Grand Dukes of Lithuania onto their subjects.”
The Savoyard priest looked away. Then, nodded acknow­l­edgement of the justice of the reproof.
“Besides,” continued the Basque, “the criticism is unfair in any event. Vitold’s fate derived from his boldness, not from sin. Rashness, if you prefer. But I remind you—”
Eneko’s stern gaze swept back and forth between his two companions. “I remind you, brothers, that we have set ourselves the same purpose as that of