They were very sure of that.
"We can see, a little way, into your evil minds. Much we do not understand. But—the mind of the large man is full of the woman's image, and the mind of the woman turns to him. Also, there is a link between the large man and the small man, less strong, but strong enough."
The thought-voice of the seven finished, "The large man will take away the sword for us because he must—to save the other two."
Ciara turned to Stark. "They cannot force you, Stark. Don't let them. No matter what they do to me, don't let them!"
Balin stared at her with a certain wonder. "You would die, to protect Kushat?"
"Not Kushat alone, though its people too are human," she said, almost angrily. "There are my red wolves—a wild pack, but my own. And others." She looked at Balin. "What do you say? Your life against the Norlands?"
Balin made an effort to lift his head as high as hers, and the red jewel flashed in his ear. He was a man crushed by the falling of his world, and terrified by what his mad passion had led him into, here beyond the Gates of Death. But he was not afraid to die.
He said so, and even Ciara knew that he spoke the truth.
But the seven were not dismayed. Stark knew that when their thought-voice whispered in his mind,
"It is not death alone you humans have to fear, but the manner of your dying. You shall see that, before you choose."