"No, you're too fond of chains to put up with the temerity of free things to be themselves, aren't you."

Myr straightens up, relaxing his grip on his staff--and smiling, of all things, at Benedict's retort. This is far safer territory for him to be in, and an interesting opportunity besides: A chance to argue with a breathing example of the Tevene philosophy, rather than what texts of theirs had made it as far south as Hasmal Circle.

"A lantern is carried from place to place where it might be useful, lighting and guiding but never leading of itself. That's no apt description for what you magisters do; you wield the flame against those who haven't been so-gifted. Hardly a model of leadership or restraint."