The new High Septon rode up to the Red Keep. He was dressed in his fine robes, fine shoes and his crown. He was walking through the Throne room. Minor nobles parted for him and knights and lords bowed their heads. He looked at the Hand of the King, Lionel Baratheon.

"My Lord, I am the High Septon. I come on behalf of my fellow Septons, the faithful of Westeros and the High Septon who came before me. You will remember he was murdered months ago. I come to ask you to reinstate the Faith Militant. If you consent I will organise the reunion of the Poor Fellows and the Warrior's Sons. The men will defend the Septons and Septs, I promise unwavering loyalty to the Crown on behalf of all the Faith. I shall give any trouble makers over to His Grace the King.I know I ask a lot my lord, but I believe that the only way to protect the small folk and the Faith in times of war, against bandits or in isolated areas. Will you consent?