"To die? But Bolan, he's harmless," the girl protested.
The man raised his eyebrows. "You think so? The other two have not appeared in the slave pits. You know what that means. And with their Closed World minds—"
Eldon interrupted in sudden anger. "Listen here. Margaret would never join that Faith. The man, perhaps, but not the girl. If she's there it is as a prisoner."
Bolan turned on him contemptuously. "Be quiet!"
Krasna intervened. "Your loyalty is touching—but I fear sadly misplaced," she said quietly.
Furious words surged to Eldon's lips, but Krasna refused to argue. She treated him like a sickly and petulant child. Enraged self-pity filled Eldon's mind. If he had both arms he'd show that big oaf a thing or two.
"Don't be a fool, sister, even if you have made a pet of this thing," Bolan said with brutal abruptness. "Get rid of him."
Krasna's mouth set in a stubborn line and her eyes flashed. Bolan shrugged, knowing the signs.
"There's a raiding party near," he changed the subject. "I'm going to try an ambush."
At once the girl brightened. "I'm going too," she announced, gathering her weapons.