"You planned to rule it alone," sneered Guy.
"I shall—now."
"You're the kind of man to share such power with me."
"Certainly."
"Rot."
"Have it your way."
"I'll have it my way," said Guy. "It's not your way."
"Nor yours. I don't particularly care," said Thomakein easily. "My plans are about set anyway. A day or so means little."
"Days—even hours can ruin anything."
"Not when the plan includes the possibility of something slipping."