“Is a god a friend of the prince?” You looked at him with disbelief. “He’s the heir to the Lease.” “Yes, yes.” The Xulahn waved your protest away. “And here in Vastai one god is ruling, but always gods are.” Still standing beside the table, the interpreter said, in Tel, “And ravens are assholes. But don’t say that. You can’t say that here without starting trouble.” The Xulahn said, as though the interpreter had not spoken, “A god that is small now is maybe not small forever, with the right friends.”
