You bring change, Edrehasivar, and you bring it because I opened the way for you.” “No. It is not worth the price.” “Twenty-three lives,” Shulivar said. “Do you know how many people the factories of Choharo and Rosiro and Sevezho kill in a year? In a month?” “But I haven’t — ” “You will,” said Shulivar, and his eyes were blue, serene, and utterly mad. And yet, dear blessed goddesses, he was right. Maia knew he would.