“I apologized; that is sufficient,” Odal warned.
Hector took a step toward Odal. “I guess I could insult your glorious leader, or something like that ... but this seems more direct.” He took the water pitcher from the table and poured it calmly and carefully over Odal’s head.
A wave of laughter swept the room. Odal went white. “You are determined to die.” He wiped the dripping water from his eyes. “I will meet you before the week is out. And you have saved no one.” He turned on his heel and stalked out.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?” Leoh asked, aghast.
Hector shrugged. “He was going to challenge you—”
“He will still challenge me, after you’re dead.”
“Uu-m-m, yes, well, maybe so. I guess you’re right—Well, anyway, we’ve gained a little more time.”
“Four days.” Leoh shook his head. “Four days to the end of the week. All right, come on, we have work to do.”
Hector was grinning broadly as they left the restaurant. He began to whistle.
“What are you so happy about?” Leoh grumbled.