by Джеффри Лорд
He had played a trick. True, it was a trick to save Kano. But he had played it with one who was indeed the Champion of the Gods, sent by them for the salvation of Kano. The gods had not punished Kano for his trick, and for this he thanked them.
As for himself-well, he was old, Kano was safe, and his son was dead. If the gods chose to exact a price from him for his blasphemy with their champion, then so be it. He would not even pray to avert it.
He would pray, however, that they would do what they wished to do soon. Even as a child, he had never liked waiting. Now he liked it even less.
Tyan sighed, lifted his eyes to the sky, and began to pray.
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