“What else is god-like power good for?” Lambert asks, raising a hand, lazily waving it around them. “It’s the power the Ringmaster used to start a carnival with, isn’t it? Maybe I can use it to grow a pair of tits while I’m at it, so England doesn’t hang us.”

That’s assuming Childermass still wants to go back, anyway, but there’s no real reason to think that’s changed. Childermass has been stolidly planning on picking up those terribly boring duties this whole time, so it’s likely still the same.