‘Looking for what?’ ‘Some provision, any provision, for a High Priest of Shadow having two wives.’ ‘Is there one?’ ‘How should I know?’ ‘Well,’ Cotillion said, ‘didn’t you write it?’ Shadowthrone shifted about. ‘I was busy.’ ‘So who did?’ Shadowthrone would not answer. Cotillion’s brows rose. ‘Not Pust! The Book of Shadows, where he’s proclaimed the Magus of the High House Shadow?’ ‘It’s called delegation,’ Shadowthrone snapped. ‘It’s called idiocy.’ ‘Well, hee hee. I dare say he’ll find what he’s looking for, won’t he?’ ‘Aye, with the ink still wet.’
