Bush dipped his head in gratitude. "Why, thank you kindly, Brother Robie." The President settled back in his chair. "Now, gentlemen: I want to be clear with you about one thing. And you can tell your Minister for Magic that I said this: whether we bring our enemies to justice, or we bring justice to our enemies.... Justice will be done." He smirked with a confident swagger, as if pleased with himself for accomplishing such a rhetorical chiasmus.