"Goodness, what a ghastly thought." He was sure the Two Fingers would have done such a thing if they could. "No, they've no such power. Mortals are perfectly capable of making their own foolish decisions."

He could see down to the road now--there'd be a grace nearby, tucked away in a little glen that hid it from sight. "The Two Fingers lose their grip on the world, day by day. And by the foresight of our Luminary, we can take advantage of that loss."