Palamedes sags with relief. He almost laughs. “Oh, thank goodness. Bless you, Wayne. Once this work is complete, I swear to you, on the life of Camilla Hect, and my mother, and the entire contents of the Library, that I will find a way to send you anywhere in the multiverse that you desire. I will dedicate my life to it.”
All of this he says in a rush, but he means every word.
“Right. We’ll need to keep you hidden for at least a day. You won’t see much of me during that time because we have to limit how long I can be in control of Camilla’s body. She’ll look after you, though. She won’t remember you from Canaan House, but she liked you then, and she’ll like you now. She’d look after you even if she didn’t like you.”
“But with you by our side, I think—I think we might get what we want.” He takes a breath. “Or, at the very least, we won’t immediately be killed for suggesting it.”
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All of this he says in a rush, but he means every word.
“Right. We’ll need to keep you hidden for at least a day. You won’t see much of me during that time because we have to limit how long I can be in control of Camilla’s body. She’ll look after you, though. She won’t remember you from Canaan House, but she liked you then, and she’ll like you now. She’d look after you even if she didn’t like you.”
“But with you by our side, I think—I think we might get what we want.” He takes a breath. “Or, at the very least, we won’t immediately be killed for suggesting it.”