Letter from Sascha to Phlebas-3
I write to you in the shape of a serving-boy, whose form I have temporarily assumed. That morphing spell you were at pains to teach me. Never could get it right, remember? Well, when there is a will, there is a way – and I have a desperate will. The transfusion did not work. I am not pixie. Without this spell, I am a repulsive lump of greying flesh, the sight of which would cause you nightmares. Who to blame? My own stupidity perhaps, but also, , the Hidden Lady, who had the gall to gloat. Claims this is some punishment for thieving from her. Though my words may seem calm, I feel the most powerful rage, cousin. More angry than I was when Sirion out-gambled me. More than when I was wrongfully confined. More even than when father and I last spoke.
She will pay for this Phlebas, and I will use all the power I have left to me to ensure it. Should this end badly for me, I ask that you forgive me the small debt I owe you. And be kind to Locke, should he ever need your help. You and he have been my closest friends.