“If she satisfies you, you must let her go,” said Aiglamene firmly. “Of course.” “With all the gracious promises of the Ninth.” “Oh, if she pulls this off she can have whatever she likes,” said Harrowhark easily—way too easily. “She’ll have glory squirting out each orifice. She can do or be anything she pleases, preferably over on the other side of the galaxy from where I am.”
