"No," said Llysanorh', leading her to the connecting tube. He helped her through with gentle hands, and in a moment she found herself in the other flyer. Taking her hand again in his, Llysanorh' led her to a luxuriously furnished room.
"Stay here until I come back," he said. "I won't be long."
He turned to go but she, catching his sleeve, detained him.
"Are you going to—to kill him?" she asked.
"Perhaps. I haven't decided yet," he replied, unsmiling. And then, gripping her shoulders with startlingly sudden emotion, "Has he harmed you?"
"No, no," she said, frightened, "he just tried to terrify me, that was all."
He released her, and strode to the door.
"I won't kill him," he said, and for the first time he smiled, but in that smile there was no mirth. "I shall let him live, that he may pray for the death I have denied him."
And he was gone.