‘Toc, listen to me, please. She’s chained down below, and the reach does not encompass the entire room. Listen. I will set you down beyond her grasp. I will bring food, water, blankets – the Seer will pay little heed to her cries, for she is always crying these days. Nor will he probe towards her mind – there are matters of far greater import consuming him.’ ‘He will have you devoured, Seerdomin.’ ‘I was devoured long ago, Malazan.’ ‘I – I am sorry for that.’
