"Dragging me into this? No, no, it's fine, I'm not afraid of being dragged into anything. Last time I didn't know a thing and still took that fellow to Milestone; that contribution is enough for me to lie on the roll of merit and eat off it for a lifetime."
Mr. Benhart shook his head.
Meanwhile, the innkeeper polishing a wineglass looked over at the guests at the corner table, watching them secretly converse while repeatedly reaching up to point toward the ceiling. First he raised his head in puzzlement, thinking there must be something wrong with his own ceiling, then decided they were definitely criticizing the city Council or criticizing the King—anyway, they had to be talking politics.
"What's the specific method?"
"Have a great dream. If you can see the Red Moon in the dream, then you've succeeded."
