"It is a matter of principle," Vrej said. "So I hatched a Plan of my own, every bit as complex as the Plan of Moseh, but not nearly so interesting. I’ll spare you the details, and tell you only the result: I was traded to your oar, Jack, and chained to you in fact —though chains of iron are nothing compared to the chains of debt and obligation that have fettered us since that night in Paris in 1685."