‘Serve us,’ Ber’ok murmured, ‘and we in turn shall serve you. Give us your answer quickly—someone comes.’ She noted the wavering lantern light on the trail. L’oric. ‘How?’ she asked the gods. ‘How will you serve me?’ ‘We shall ensure that Bidithal’s death is in a manner to match his crimes, and that it shall be…timely.’ ‘And how am I to be the knife?’ ‘Child,’ the god calmly replied, ‘you already are.’
