I could have made my list of warnings even longer, you know. We could have stood in our places for the rest of the night, you in that sodden pool, me standing here uttering dire details. And still, at long last, you would say “I must” and we would have wasted all that time. Me hoarse and you asleep on your feet.’ ‘You sound almost regretful, Priest.’ ‘Perhaps I am at that. It was a most poetic list.’ ‘Then by all means record it in full when you write your log of this fell night.’ ‘I like that notion. Thank you.
