His eyes flicked from the woman beside him to the rider with the broom and back again.  In a complete reversal from his earlier triumph, he now felt completely unprepared again. "Religions?"  He drew out the word carefully, sensing its importance from the way she had spoken it - she was shocked that someone could<em>not</em>know it.  "Nay, my - the others of my - We do not - have this."  He felt his face warm, but his skin was not pale enough to display that sign of his inner struggle.  "'Tis strange to - to my tongue," he finished, with an attempt to match the apologetic look he had seen from the often-distracted woman.<br/>