“What exactly was he offering me?” she muttered. Her father gave a bitter snort. “The First of the Magi never gives, only takes. That was not an offer to you, it was a threat to me.” “Threats, and blackmail, and banks?” It was one of those moments when you realise the world may not be quite what you had thought it was. She had been experiencing a lot of those lately. “What kind of wizard is he?” Her father frowned up at Bayaz’s towering statue. “The kind you obey.”
