It's Not Just Children Who Need Heroes.

You Know Something? There Are Sandstorms That Strip Man And Horse And Bury Them — I've Seen Them. I Saw Bones Piled Higher Than My Head For The Folly Of A Bad King And Those Who Wanted His Throne. I Lived Through A Blizzard That Froze Every Other Living Creature Solid. Against Those Things, You're Only A Man. I Can Deal With You.

Why Do You Look Like Cheese, Beka?" Nestor Asked Me Quietly. "we've Got Help." I Was Too Flummoxed To Tell Him I Hadn't Expected Help To Come So Fast. Miracles Aren't For The Likes Of Me, Didn't Nestor Know That? Only The Nobility Gets Them.

You Have An Audience That Is Fairly Well Grounded In The Real World. You Serve Them And Yourself Best By Making Everything As Real As Possible.

Either I've Turned Stupid, Or Life's Turned Hard.

No More Is Your Master A God, Nobility, But He Wants Offerings From All. When Black God Claims Us, Who Will Be Punished For Giving Worship And Power To A False God? The Prince? Or Banjiku?