"What is it?"
"No knives; no bloodshed."
Radonic did not answer for a moment, but cast on Milena an angry look, his hand seeking the handle of his knife.
"Will you promise?"
"Are you so fond of him that you are frightened I'll kill him?"
"I hate him."
"Then——"
"Still, it is no reason to murder him."
Radonic seemed lost in his own thoughts.
"Moreover, he is weak and puny, whilst you are made of iron." She laid her hand on his shoulder. "No knives, then; it's understood?"