Wor nodded. "Could his mind be restored?"
"Not worth it," Sin decided. "It would be a tedious task, I fear. A third Closed World mind for the Faith would have made the victory simpler, but no matter." She shrugged.
"The Rebels still die under the new weapons?" she asked her military chief.
"Yes, Highness Sin," Wor responded. "It will end soon now. Shall I—?" He made a snapping motion with his hands.
Sin shook her head. "Not so quickly, Wor." She raised her voice slightly. "Margaret, do you want this thing?"
Eldon resisted the temptation to turn, for that would have betrayed that he understood every word.
Margaret's voice came clearly from behind him.
"No!" she declared, her tone indicating revulsion at the sight of his maimed ugliness and the grime that clung to his blood-flecked skin.
Then quickly she changed her mind.
"For the Faith, Highness Sin—yes. He was always a fool, but with proper care perhaps enough of his mind can be restored to hasten The Night."