The request threw Klightus for a loop, but you didn't question a Holy Inquisitor. Pausing only to lick his lips, he focused and began to sing. "The Guardsman true to the war has gone, In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's las he has girded on, And his homeworld far behind him. 'Emperor!' said the Gaurdsman true, 'Through all of the vile heresy, One las, at least your faith shall guard, One faithful Guardsman praise thee!'
"The Guardsman fell but the foeman's chain, Could not bring his proud soul under; The vox he cared never spoke again, For he spared it's soul from their sunder; and said "No foul taint shall sully thee, Thou spirit of faith and bravery! Thy voice will sing but for purity, It shall never sound in Heresy."
He sniffed once, wiping the hint of wetness from his eyes. It had always been one of his favorites -- the story of a guardsman who remained pure and defiant until his last breath. He wasn't sure where the hymn came from, but there were rumors that it was as old as the Guard itself. He just wished the meter and words fit better. Perhaps it was meant to be sung in High Gothic?
Inquisitor Eigen, however, seemed to have a hint of a smile on his lips. It didn't last. The Canoness, however, was smiling ever-so-pleasantly. "Very good. Though, I will have to have some of the Brothers work with you on your singing. Your training with the Guard shows. I doubt that you will be leading a choir, but with enough effort I do believe you can join them."