The next couple of hours then passed in a haze of carefully, and slowly perfected schemes, before meticulously, near obsessively, beginning to craft countermeasures in any case of failure or even mere deviation from the projected path, so that no matter what, we would not be caught unaware, especially in an operation so utterly ridden with catastrophic threats and outcomes.
Yet despite our best efforts, I knew that not all threats and variables were accounted for, because they simply couldn't; and not due to failure or some form of short sightedness on our part, but a result of the fickle nature of divine intervention, sent in the form of dreams for Nicholas to interpret.
No matter what we do, we can not be fully certain what revelations the Goddess of Ice and Winter would hand her descendant, nor will we know how much he will accurately decipher.
