Chapter 8: Induction
“ Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. ” — The Brothers Grimm.
We talk about my master plan some more. Elder Thomas arranges a meeting with us, so that I can present the blueprint in general. I can ’ t give all of my cards away, of course, and I don ’ t plan to lose control of the only leverage I have.
These elders know their game, and I mustn ’ t succumb to the pressure. If they know everything, I ’ ll be left with nothing. Who is to say that they won ’ t take my idea as their own?
They have no idea that I won ’ t be telling them everything. They don ’ t ask, and I don ’ t clarify. It ’ s best to leave them a little bit in the dark, if I want to remain as head of this project.
“ Oh, that ’ s right. You should meet my son, Thobias, ” El
