there 's another man up in the rickety cathedral bell tower i can see now , who lit his torch when mr tate raised his for the first time , passing the message on to men down the riverbank- men at the controls of the artillery the mayor still commands- the artillery taken outta use when we suddenly had a scout ship to protect us with bigger and better weapons- but artillery that still works just fine , thank you very much- i lift my comm again , which is squawking all over the place with voices , including viola 's , trying to figure out what 's happened- `` it 's the mayor , '' i say into it .