Oh. Oh, that was right. William was more addled than he'd expected, and apparently hadn't fully snapped out of it, or was too confused to argue, or something along those lines.

Even that one note was -- it wasn't like the Music Meister's usual hypnotic singing, but it still made his head feel like it was slowly filling with fog. And there was that itching again. Luckily, his mind was often a mess, so for the moment he could ignore it, and clambered on top of the acolytes who were trying to grab hold of him. "William!"

And he leapt towards the acolyte. "I will tear your head from your shoulders, priest!"