Pallid, wrinkled faces, eyes closed, streaming with tears. ‘What’s wrong with them?’ he demanded. ‘Their gods have finally found each other, Coll. Within the Mhybe’s realm, home now to the Beast Thrones. You do not witness sorrow, but joy.’ After a moment, Coll grunted. ‘Let’s get to work, Murillio. Then we can go home.’ ‘I still want to know about these old women dreaming up worlds like this!’
