"Bor Legat—!"
"Yes. They don't trust you. They plan to seize you and hold you...."
Jarl cursed. "No! It can't be—"
"What can I say, Jarl?" Her mouth quivered. "Beat me, if you want to—"
"No." His hands shook, but he fought down his fury ... even forced a thin smile. "Maybe this way is better, Sais...."
Spinning round, he snatched up a belt heavy with dead Tas Karrel's weapons and girded it about him.
The woman clutched his arm, eyes wide with new fear. "Jarl! What are you doing—?"
"What can I do?" He laughed harshly. "I'll drop down when we ramp and go on alone."
"No, Jarl—!"