He would require all of the help of the Gods indeed, were these two ever to combine against him!
Harsan stared wildly around. Lord Taluvaz Arrio caught his eye.
“I have reconsidered, my Lord,” he announced. “Livyanu is indeed the place for research, for the study of Llyani, for-for all that you said. I accept your offer! Other matters can-must- come later.”
Eyil smiled, licked her full lower lip, and said, “Why, of course, love. Tsamra is old, sophisticated, a city of culture and fashion and pleasure and beauty. A place created by the Gods for just such as we.”
“Thsre are schools of medicine there,” Tlayesha’s arm linked him to her as firmly as any chain of steel. “Physicians, techniques, a whole pharmacopoeia of medicaments little known here in Tsolyanu-there is much in Livyanu that I would learn.”
Lord Taluvaz sighed. “You are more than welcome, priest Harsan. I am glad that you have changed your mind. We have much to show you-and Mirure and I would keep you close to us.” He could not repress a chuckle. “-And your two lovely wives, of course.”
There are times when even the Weaver of Skeins can make an awful tangle of a perfectly simple tapestry.