Delora wiped a hand across her face. 'Zeddicus, sometimes I don't know about you. Sometimes, you make a lousy wind of death.'

The Mother Confessor stood staring out the window, towards D'Hara. Her violet eyes turned back to the wizard.

'There will be those over there who will be your foes for life because of this, Zedd. You have made bitter enemies with this. You have left them alive.'

'Enemies,' the wizard said, 'are the price of honour.'