“You can’t be left alone in her power. I shall stay with you to the end. You gave me my life when I had lost it fairly, and I’ll save yours in return.”
“What do you mean?” I asked sharply, as a glint of his intention shot into my thoughts. Instead of meeting my eyes as usual, he looked down and shuffled uneasily.
“The spell must be broken and then you’ll see the truth and—and no harm may come to you after all.”
“What do you mean? Speak out, Karasch, and meet my eyes openly like a man, as you usually do.”
But this he would not or could not do.
“There is only one way,” he said doggedly. “And it must come to that in the end. We have talked it over. Your life must be saved.”
“I should have thought you all knew by this time that I can take pretty good care of that for myself.”
“There is only one way,” he repeated in the same dogged tone.
“And what is that way? Out with it, man, in plain terms.”
“She must die, Burgwan, or you will.”