He looked around. “But once I reach out to interfere—” He adjusted a cuff. He seemed to notice the back of his hand for the first time—stared at it, and as he stared it became less smooth, more like the back of a mature man’s hand. He raised his eyebrows as if surprised. “Hmm. At any rate, once I poke about, I change everything. As do all my kin. As do you, for that matter—heh, heh.”

He laughed for a moment. No one joined him.

“Bother. What I mean is that the closer I am to the action, the less I see. The fewer infinities of the present are eventuated.” He paused. “Understand?”

Sauce sighed.

Mag smiled. “Because you have chosen to interfere, you are in this sequence of events with us, and you can’t see much else.”

“Well said. Yes. But the delicate bit is that my presence here modifies the… the… the everything. It is a different everything than if I were not here. With our adversary and others also—I like the word interfere, it’s absolutely correct—with all this interference from my kind, none of us can see anything. It is possible that we’re drawing everything into a single thread.”

Mag spoke like a character in a passion play. “Fate,” she said. “Fate is when several of you all interfere together.”

“As perceived by you,” Master Smythe said. He raised his eyebrows. “At any rate, I know depressingly little about the next few months. But enough of us are now interfering that our adversary has to notice. Further, he’s pouring power into several of his shadows and his puppets and his tools, and the results will be… cataclysmic.”

“Couldn’t you do the same?” Tom asked. “I mean—if the bastard cheats, cheat back.”

Master Smythe nodded. “I already have. The sword by your side, Ser Thomas—the black powder that burns.” He put a hand to his chin. There was something wrong with the gesture, as if his arm joints had a little too much free play. “But if there are sides in this game, I represent a side that wishes for—the most powerful entities to play by the rules. I would hesitate to describe my side as good. I would merely emphasize that my side has a smaller body count and tends to minimize—” He glanced away. “Negative outcomes,” he muttered.