"Not 'can't,'" Myr replies, ruefully. "Shouldn't. Mages were forced, once upon a time, and we see what's come of that. Which isn't to say we need to beg and scrape, or shy away from any firmness whatever--only it's trickier than blackmailing the whole Chantry. Blackmailers can disappear." Especially if they've got pointed ears.

The mention of finding a something else brings a twitch of a smile to Myr's face--a hopeful little sprout of a thing. He hasn't...spoken to anyone of this before except Simon. It's heartening to have another co-conspirator. (And from so unexpected a place--Maker, how mysterious Your ways!) "Not a carving or a journal, no--we need to find a woman.

"We need the next Divine."