“You are genuinely suggesting that you, by yourself, can kill a Divine horror like that?” asks Mulaghesh. Sigrud contemplates it; then he nods. “Yes. The circumstances are favorable. The river is not big.” “The Solda,” says Nesrhev, “is almost a mile wide!” “But it is not the sea,” says Sigrud. “Not the ocean. Which I am used to. And with the ice …” He shrugs. “It is quite very possible.” “It’s killed almost thirty people tonight, sir,” says Nesrhev. “It would be an easy thing for it to kill you.” “Perhaps. But. If so …” Again, Sigrud shrugs. “Then I would die.”
