"I don’t think she has, Father," Sister Merope Morfin spat sternly. "As a penalty for your stupidity, Sister Merope Rowena, you will not clean your face for twenty-four hours. You will wear that soiling as a penance, and at this time tomorrow you will receive twenty-four lashes to your back, to remind you that you are in service to our Great Lord and that proper respect and obedience must be shown to Him, by being correctly garbed at all times. Am I clear?"