Book Four: Chapter 177

That was an odd question to ask, and he thought briefly of the cave he had seen. “No. Was I supposed to?”

The queen frowned, then pulled out another scroll and opened it. “Let’s just say that I had an agreement with someone else to stop you. It was more of a favor than an agreement, really. Did you have help getting here?”

He thought of what had happened to Quetzalli. “Does it matter? I do believe there was nothing in the rules about getting help from others.”

“You are right. I am curious is all. When a deity’s claim to fame is keeping others from breaking oaths, one really must expect better of them.” She was near the bottom of the scroll now, and her features pinched. “Ah, there it is, the free-will clause. I’m not sure how you got away from her, but no matter. This is what I get for relying on others to do the work for me.” She tucked this scroll away in midair as well and then sat in her chair, a glare fixed on her face.

“So...we can go?” He looked around