You can’t have a pardon to execute

“You want to make God laugh - tell him your plans” ...
What is it - to survive the death of a beloved husband and son, and after a year and a half to meet both on a distant planet? Alive ...
And if you have fallen from the outskirts to move to the ruler’s palace and spend several happy years in love and wealth, lose all in one day, work “for wear” and live starving, fleeing the vengeful Device and a hare to penetrate the cargo spacecraft Under the command of the Arsian, a representative of the only race that hated a lie?
How will your fate develop after such shocks? Will you do everything to return the previous happiness, or, straightening the stronger wings, will rush towards the new?
Just never tell God about his plans, Irteus