"No. I would not—let you do that." Her gaze now held level with his. A strength came to her voice. Georg and I watched her—and watched Tarrano—fascinated. She repeated once more: "No. I would not let you."
"How could you stop me?"
"I would—tell you not to do it."
"So?" Admiration leaped into his eyes to mingle with the amusement there. "You would tell me not to do it?"
"Yes." She did not flinch before him.
"And you think then—I would spare him?"
"Yes. I know you would."
"And why?"
"Because—if you did a thing like that—I should—hate you."
"Hate——"