‘I have one more request,’ Cutter said, facing the god again. ‘This task you shall set me on—if I am assailed during it, can I call upon Blind?’ ‘The Hound?’ The astonishment was clear in Cotillion’s voice. ‘Aye,’ Cutter replied, his gaze now on the huge beast. ‘Her attention…comforts me.’ ‘That makes you rarer than you could imagine, mortal. Very well. If the need is dire, call upon her and she will come.’
