They had been over this a hundred times, and she saw that his nerves were frayed. Under the influence of the treatment his hard-won patience had vanished in a blaze of false youth. He was shouting at her. "You’re not God! You’re not history! You’re not the Ring Council! Don’t flatter yourself! You’re nothing now, you’re a target, a scapegoat! Run, Nora! Sundog it!"