“Must everything have some sinister motive? I have eaten here because I was hungry.” Bayaz tipped his head to one side as he looked down at Calder. Like the bird looks at the worm. “Graves mean nothing to me either way.” “Knives,” muttered Calder, “and threats, and bribes, and war?” Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. “Yes?” “What kind of a fucking wizard are you?” “The kind you obey.”
