“I’ve thought about it,” Talanji said, removing her sandals and rubbing her aching feet. “What I said to that girl is true—you must relinquish some of your say in matters, Bwonsamdi. There will be no crown for you to protect if things continue this way. You are still the loa of kings, but Gonk, Pa’ku, Akunda, all of the loa, they are crucial to our survival.” At that, his smile widened. “Hm. Might be I’m not the foremost expert on crops and the like. ’Tis a fair deal, unless there’s a trick here I not be seein’…”
