[Anguirel]

As I see it, suspicion is suspicion.

If we hang a Lover, luck is with us and we should praise the Gods of the Thickets and Mushrooms.

And if we hang a wolf, likewise.

But by every hedgehog in yonder wood, I swear we'll oft find Lover where we thought to find wolf, oft Wolf where we ought to find lover, and more often innocent instead of either.

The wisest suggestions can be the largest mistakes. There's no such thing as concentrating on lovers or wolves. Nor even as concentrating on lovers and wolves. Some will wrong and some be wronged.

And the innocent will be throttled, inevitably, as Nilp was. So this is a futile discussion over hypothetical catches in a wide and hostile realm of possibilities.

I go to slay a boar and drink its blood. Mead lacks in hard times, but boar's blood never lets a man down.