Each time it struck, my hands quivered so hard that I almost lost control of the car-I would have lost control if not for Quincy's modified piloting circuits. Also fleeting, flitting around the edges of my mind was the question, So what if I lost control? Now that I'd lost forever that mighty warrior in his gem-encrusted armor, what matter if I died? Death would be the only sure way to erase the memory of that loss . . .