“—on their way to Tear, Great Master.” The man sounded frightened and obsequious. “Let them ruin his plans, if they can.” This voice was deeper and stronger, a man used to command. “It will serve him right if three untrained girls can foil him. He was always a fool, and he is still a fool. Is there any word of the boy? He is the one who can destroy us all.” “No, Great Master. He has vanished. But, Great Master, one of the girls is Morgase’s nit.”
