Livouf looked at the withered body of the "Master" and laughed silently
to himself.  He listened carefully to the proposal, nodding at times,
until he stood up and walked over to his throne.

"Tell me, he who calls himself 'Master', what do you intend to do with
this human?" Edgar sat in the throne, his right hand stroking the skull
of a baby.

"That is for me to know, and only me to know, Takar," the Master said,
leaning on his gnarled cane.

"Very well.  Grant me this.  Your servants will not interfere with mine,
and mine will not interfere with yours.  Break your promise, and I will
destroy you," Livouf knew very well he could win.

"Agreed, Prey," said the Master, believing himself superior to Takar.
"My servants will not bother yours, and yours will not interfere with
Locke.  It is a promise."

Edgar grinned.  He looked out the window, staring at the city of
Thamasa, and replied, "Good."