“But if you had a good, weighty reason to break one of his laws?” Thomil prompted. “You could do it and still be right with your god?” “I could…” Thomil’s smile was faintly conspiratorial as he set a steaming cup of tea before Sciona. “I won’t tell, Highmage.” Sciona let out a half-hearted laugh. “Well…” Her index finger roved back and forth along the hydrangea and rhododendron pattern on the edge of the saucer. “We do only have a week left to get this right.”
