"Come, Barry," she said. "It is over for now."
The uneasy stares of her people followed them, and only the long-standing superstitious fear of appearing to criticise the Chosen kept them from breaking into excited comment.
The stranger had not only defied a Chosen One but had killed in the manner of a Leader, with the touch of an empty hand. All knew now he did not come from another yort. And his companion was Xintel!
As soon as they were alone Barry turned to the girl.
"What now?" he demanded.
"Next time Komso will not underestimate you."
"What do you think he'll try?"
Xintel frowned. "Not force. One of the secret methods which have kept the Chosen in power. Perhaps the Curse with which he killed my father."
"Your father?" Barry asked. She had never spoken of her family before.
The subject was obviously painful, but she forced herself to talk.