When Stephanie says "can we trade it someone else?" the Wicker Man, for the first time, looks a tad strained.
"I am bound to tell you, truthfully, that you may do so. But, I ask that you do not. I will be very upset with you, if you do."
"Why not?" Stephanie said, relentlessly curious. "What do other people know that I don't?"
After several months of unimaginable suffering, four years of glorious wealth acquirement, and a lot of interesting thoughts, Nicholas was like seventy percent shrapnel shells and like one hundred seventy percent heavy metal.