"The Hidden Shield controls the patterners," Jory says, with obvious trepidation. "Is that why you do not wish to talk about magic?" "I suppose. I just..." he sighs. "Ask your questions. Just speak quietly, all right?" "I do not want to impose without recompense," Inric says, manoeuvering himself into the small seat across the table from Jory. "What?" "What would you ask in exchange for your time and expertise?" Jory stares at him. "You're offering to pay me for answering your questions?" "That is correct." Jory laughs. "You should have said that first!"