Robert Asprin – Thieves World 09 – Blood Ties

“That’s why you came here in person? To cobble together some stopgap that won’t hold because Theron doesn’t want it to? You know what he wants… he wants a tractable, stable Empire’s anus. And with the magic screwed up, or downgraded, or whatever it is Randal’s been trying to explain to me, he can get it by force of arms. I don’t see a winning side for us in that kind of fight, and neither do you… I hope.”

Tempus grinned fondly at his second-in-command: “Get Straton disentangled, both from the witch and from his local responsibilities, and-on my explicit order-the two of you personally see that Zip manages to make his contacts. And that none of ours, the Third included, obstructs him. Then we’re out of here, back to the capital with the best possible report under the circumstances. And, no, I didn’t come down-country for this-I came down for Jihan’s wedding: to stop it.”

Randal was in the Mageguild, consorting with the nameless First Hazard, trying to make some headway casting a simple manipulative spell to turn the swampy ground between the complex’s outer and inner walls to gardens, when Tempus came to call.

The First Hazard was harried, a Rankan of Randal’s age who’d assumed the dignity just when it no longer was one: The Mageguild had held the populace in thrall by fear and power for time uncounted. Now that the Nisibisi power globes’ destruction had made simple spells uncastable and love potions useless, now that sympathetic magic was no longer so, the Mageguild adepts feared not merely for their income.