Genius laughed.
“That should be a mark in his favour,” he said.
Plucritus laughed in turn.
“Well, no. I am not fond of him, but I’m going to cultivate his acquaintance more. When I am interested in a man I always cultivate his acquaintance. Humanity is so very interesting.”
“Thousands of years have not altered it then for you?”
Plucritus shook his head.
“Oh, no. We tire of our playthings but do not lose our interest in the game. Besides, where you are I must of necessity be.”
“But you mistake. I am not with the farmer, I am simply bound to have an interest in one of his children.”
“And I have an interest in the same child, and therefore through that child an interest in the farmer. Not that I can do much, but still I can watch the game, and help when needed.”
“You do not mean to work him any harm?”