"—oh ... but you can't stop her.... She's coming here, she says, in her own body—that's how much she cares for your powers! She's going to take me away.... I can't tell you what she's going to make me do—it's too repulsive."
"If she comes here, I'll stop her," he said in a flat voice.
Her babbling ceased. Slowly she lifted her white, frightened face until it looked up at his.
"You mean—"
He nodded. "I've still got a few cartridges for the revolver." His face was set.
"Norman, I can't let you do it ... except—"
"—that I am in as much danger as you are."
"Yes."
A semblance of control came back into Tansy's face.
"You might be able to do it," she said softly. "She wouldn't be expecting physical violence. But you would have to be very quick. If you hesitated for the tiniest instant, if you gave her the slightest opportunity to fix you with her eyes, you would be lost. She would seize control. You know the cobra that spits venom at its victim's eyes—it's like that."