“Now, obey me. Bid that woman summon him who guards without. No, you do not stir,” and he lifted the spear till its keen blue point quivered over the high priest’s naked breast. “Bid her go to the door and summon the guard. I said to the door, but not beyond it, or beware!”
Nam was cowed: his tool had become his master.
“Obey,” he said to Soa.
“Obey, but no more,” echoed Olfan.
Snarling like a wolf, the woman slipped past them to the door, and opening it a little way, she whistled through the crack.
“Hide yourself, Lady,” said Olfan.
Juanna retreated into the shadow behind the candle, and at that moment a voice spoke through the open door, saying, “I am here, father.”
“Now, speak,” said Olfan, advancing the spear an inch nearer Nam’s heart.
“My son,” said the priest, “go to the entrance by which the king entered, where you will find three captains, generals of the king. Lead them hither.”
“And see that you speak to no one on the way,” whispered Olfan in Nam’s ear.