“It won’t be more than I can handle.” “You trust me too much,” Karris said. He laughed suddenly. “I don’t trust you at all!” She stepped back, offended. She was the White. And Quentin’s owner. “I’ve offended you. I’m sorry,” he said. “But you misunderstand. I mean I don’t place the locus of my trust in you or on your judgment, but in Orholam alone. You needn’t take on His burden. Being the White would be too much for anyone to bear alone!”
