‘Listen to him!’ The Mhybe nodded, understanding the Great Raven and experiencing her own amused disbelief. Dujek scowled down the length of the table at Crone. ‘You have a problem, bird?’ ‘You are the warlord’s match indeed! Word for word, you think aloud as he does! Oh, how can one not see the honed edge of poetry in your mutual war of the past twelve years?’
