“But if this is your wish, I shall do what I must—and in this way no one will be able to say I was not the first, that I was not the finest and first of all Djinn! Darling Lem. Good boy. She will be safe, I promise. But this is your last wish.” Lem frowned, his eyes bleary and dim. “Why? Because I have had three? I have heard this is a law.” “No, because I find you tiresome. Go away.”
