"To Agnes of Innesbroch, and Griselda of the Grey Meadows, Edwin of Turn, Roland of Riverside, and to Clara Clemencia of Black Rock, Bride to the Wind. The Gods speak to the Saints, who share their words with those of us who cannot commune, whether or not we listen," By the Gods he's having some serious flashbacks to his time as a clergyman now...

"And the Archbishop, of course." Presumably.