I'm Doing What, Now?

"I don't understand." I said. "If you're just trying to reach the Maze of Othello..."

"The Maze of Othello?" asked Uma. "Brother..."

She backhanded him.

"HOW DARE YOU?" she bellowed in the minotaur dialect. "If there is ANYONE at the Maze worthy of being MY husband-slave, then let THEM come to ME!"

"They don't even know you are out here to claim them!" he bellowed back.

She reached out, grabbed me by an arm, and dangled me between them. "Then SEND a DIPLOMAT!"

She waggled me in the air. "Maybe someone who is a Speaker of Truth. One person crossing a continent can do so faster than any army."

"No, please don't." I said. "Uma, who is stronger, the woman who crosses a continent, or one who sends an envoy?"

"Hrm." said Rakkal. "If we lock an iron collar around his neck, they would see him as a slave."

Uma dropped me, triggering all kinds of pain control abilities.