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Book Three: The Prophet
Why?Shecouldthinkofnoreason,forhewasn’tthekindtoturntraitor.
Butshefeltcertainofhisintention.Knowingit,hermindchurned.Herewasnomantobeovercomeeasily.HerewasakillerwaryoftheVoice,waryofeverycombatstratagem,waryofeverytrickofdeathandviolence.Herewasaninstrumentsheherselfhadhelpedtrainwithsubtlehintsandsuggestions.
“Youthoughtyouhadescaped,eh,witch?”Gurneysnarled.
Beforeshecouldturnthequestionoverinhermindortrytoanswer,thecurtainspartedandPaulentered.
“Hereheis,Moth—”Paulbrokeoff,takinginthetensionsofthescene.
“Youwillstandwhereyouare,m’Lord,”Gurneysaid.
“What....”Paulshookhishead.
Jessicastartedtospeak,feltthearmtightenagainstherthroat.
“YouwillspeakonlywhenIpermitit,witch,”Gurneysaid.“Iwantonlyonethingfromyouforyoursontohearit,andIampreparedtosendthisknifeintoyourheartbyreflexatthefirstsignofacounteragainstme.Yourvoicewillremaininamonotone.Certainmusclesyouwillnottenseormove.Youwillactwiththemostextremecautiontogainyourselfafewmoresecondsoflife.AndIassureyou,theseareallyouhave.”
Paultookastepforward.“Gurney,man,whatis—”
“Stoprightwhereyouare!”Gurneysnapped.“Onemorestepandshe’sdead.”
Paul’shandslippedtohisknifehilt.Hespokeinadeadlyquiet:“Youhadbestexplainyourself,Gurney.”
“Isworeanoathtoslaythebetrayerofyourfather,”Gurneysaid.
