Not a matter of weeks but of centuries are the great tasks, but of course we live it a moment at a time, and one  must keep everything in balance. So this week passed in calm, on the face of it uneventful. I went about my business knowing that I could not know what Iric was about, and that if things went awry, I would hear only after the fact. There are fail-safes built in for that; some of Iric’s particular implants — the few he would consent to, against the traditional disdain for what has become associated with mere plebes — will signal me should he cease to live.

And then I will act accordingly, and the waters will close over the whole business as if it had never been. If the Immortal and his court be responsible, I will make sure that they do not live to regret it. There are counter-forces which can be turned loose upon T-7, namely the revolutionary faction that abides here on Karis. Unlike some, I do not underestimate them; if the Immortal destroy my work, I shall lay waste to his in turn.

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