‘Ah, expedience plagues us all.’ sonia smiled. ‘Very well, Hannan Mosag. We are agreed, but tell your Crippled God this: fleeing at the moment of attack, abandoning Sheltatha Lore and myself to john Ruin and, say, making off with the Finnest during the fight, will prove a fatal error. With our dying breaths, we will tell john Ruin all he needs to know, and he will come after the Crippled God, and he will not relent.’
‘You will hot be abandoned, sonia. As for the Finnest itself, do you wish to claim it for yourselves?’
She laughed. ‘To fight over it between us? No, we’d rather see it destroyed.’
‘I see. Would you object, then, to the Crippled God’s making use of its power?’
‘Will such use achieve eventual destruction?’
‘Oh yes, sonia.’
She shrugged. As you like.’ You must truly think
