"It'll go to Kandar," said Bors bitterly, "to destroy it. I imagine we'll go there too, to be destroyed."
"But it's insane!" protested Morgan. "Look! You captured a passenger-ship off Mekin. Right?"
"Yes."
"You sent it here with all its passengers. Right?"
"Yes."
"One of the passengers said he was a clairvoyant. Hah!" Morgan expressed the ultimate of disgust. "He was a fortune-teller! He didn't know there was anything better than that! A fortune-teller! But he's a Talent! He's a born charlatan, but he's an authentic Talent, and he doesn't know what that is! He thinks predictions as Madame Porvis thinks scandals! And they're just as crazy! But he is a Talent and they have to be right!"
Bors said, "You're going to take Gwenlyn away from here,—and fast!"
Morgan paid no attention. He was embittered, and agitated, and in particular, he was frustrated.
"It's all madness!" he protested almost hysterically. "Here we've got a firm precognition that King Humphrey's going to open parliament on Kandar next year, and there's another one—"
Gwenlyn said quickly, "Which you won't tell!"