Hobart, he said, I have told you. It is not Harry’s fault. It is the Nervina. No man may resist her. She is beauty incarnate; she weaves with the hearts of men, and she loves no one. It is the ring. She, the Rhamda, the Blind Spot, and the ring. I have never been able to unravel them. Please don’t blame Harry. He went to her even as I. She has but to beckon. But he kept the ring. I watched them. This is but the beginning.