“Because I forebode danger—nay, perhaps death, a cruel death—to one I would not harm.”
“To me!” replied Amine, fixing her eyes upon Schriften, and meeting his piercing gaze.
“Yes, to you. Some people can see into futurity further than others.”
“Not if they are mortal,” replied Amine.
“Yes, if they are mortal. But, mortal or not, I do see that which I would avert. Tempt not destiny further.”
“Who can avert it? If I take your counsel, still was it my destiny to take your counsel. If I take it not, still it was my destiny.”
“Well, then, avoid what threatens you.”
“I fear not, yet do I thank you. Tell me, Schriften, hast thou not thy fate some way interwoven with that of my husband? I feel that thou hast.”
“Why think you so, lady?”
“For many reasons: twice you have summoned him—twice have you been wrecked, and miraculously reappeared and recovered. You know, too, of his mission—that is evident.”