He had to choke the knowledge. He had to kill the vision. He had to obey and draw the lines as instructed.

He had to say; words were a lens to focus one's mind, and he could not use words for anything else tonight.

God is the creator of laws.
Follow his laws to success

Philippa … release me from my promise.’  She put her hands over her mouth, and then took them away. ‘I can’t. I can’t.’  He had pulled his own hands down, looking still at the stool, his face quite turned away. ‘You can. Philippa. Please let me go.’

Written By Dorothy Dunnett

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