Oron said, “I begin to understand, I think. I see that I thought I’d won a nation and alliances by my own skill, but that it wasn’t me at all. Is that what you’re saying, Abadu? To Hell with that! I bought my position and my authority by the sword, and now sorcery and madness are out to strangle it. That is what I understand, Abadu!
That“For a man with muscle and steel thrown against this damned web of something he doesn’t know anything about—I feel—weak—in my strength.”
weakmyAbadu told him then, “This is Kossuth interfering with you, my king. Your dreams, your doubts.”
“If then this creature is all you say he is, even though Fate watches us, Abadu, then what are we here but a crown with a sword and a doubtful human sorcerer?”
wDesdira intruded. “Oron! To say such a thing to Abadu!”
