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The
words
shocked
the
Emperor
out
of
his
daze
.
He
checked
the
scorn
on
his
tongue
by
a
visible
effort
because
it
did
not
take
a
Guild
navigator
’
s
single
-
minded
focus
on
the
main
chance
to
see
the
immediate
future
out
on
that
plain
.
Were
these
two
so
dependent
upon
their
faculty
that
they
had
lost
the
use
of
their
eyes
and
their
reason
?
he
wondered
.
“
Reverend
Mother
,
”
he
said
,
“
we
must
devise
a
plan
.
”
She
pulled
the
hood
from
her
face
,
met
his
gaze
with
an
unblinking
stare
.
The
look
that
passed
between
them
carried
complete
understanding
.
They
had
one
weapon
left
and
both
knew
it
:
treachery
.
“
Summon
Count
Fenring
from
his
quarters
,
”
the
Reverend
Mother
said
.
The
Padishah
Emperor
nodded
,
waved
for
one
of
his
aides
to
obey
that
command
.
*
*
*
He
was
warrior
and
mystic
,
ogre
and
saint
,
the
fox
and
the
innocent
,
chivalrous
,
ruthless
,
less
than
a
god
,
more
than
aman
.
There
is
no
measuring
