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GORSHASH Return to your kingdom. Build your strength, build your magick. I will see you destroyed by my hand - with no help from Kor Lachnis or ANY human - while you are at the height of your profane goddess power, and all the world will be for Urtts, and only for Urtts.
IPOLA: As you wish. I was trying to offer you a lifeline. I can’t help but wonder what your god will think about you knifing his chosen?
GORSHASH: My God prizes strength - and the will to exercise power. If my actions displease God, then I will be punished, and I will praise my God for every moment of pain to the ending of the world. I believe my actions will please God.
IPOLA: If you say so.
GORSHASH: Come. I will arrange a mount for you. I give you one day’s ride from this place. After that your own power and your goddess must save you. If you perish, then it will be God’s will.
IPOLA: And the ring?
GORSHASH: Do not, as Erogenians say, press your luck, Ipola Queen.