“Do you think me a tyrant?” “I think you a self-righteous fool whose head is harder than a rock. And I would not change you for the world.” Sabran finally looked at her. “Tell me, Eadaz uq-Nāra,” she said softly, “am I a greater fool to want you still?” Ead crossed the space between them. “No more a fool than I,” she said, “to love you as I do.”
