The words snap him out of his thoughts. All at once he remembers: Hythlodaeus' face amongst a sea of other masks. He knew it had been them by the little smile they gave him for all others were focused on the Speaker's words. There had been no fear, no trepidation - only quiet determination to see their god made.

"What, is 'Daeus' not good enough for you?" he snaps in a sudden fit of irritation.

'Deus' - god.