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“Was the storm yours?” she asked.
He shook his head, as if disappointed. “Why should I
need to brew one?” he inquired patiently. “They had
mages who can do it. Mages who care only that they
keep their untrusting master and mistress happy.”
“Is that all you did with the regents themselves, then?
A suggestion?” she wanted to know, eyebrows raised
in casual interest.
“Well, I reinforced it with repetition,” the god
admitted. “Whenever he had a tantrum, whenever he
shouted that he hated them, as children so agreeably do
when they are crossed. Aly, you aren't usually so dense.
Dunevon was in the way, as was Elsren. They had to
go. If I waited for you tenderhearts, my brother and
sister would return and wrap me in chains, then kick me
off the edge of the universe. I didn't care to wait.”
Aly looked at him, a mantle of cold settling over her
skin. Twice she had erred very badly. The first time was
when she had been too cocky to think Sarai might
surprise her. The second time was at present. She had