She began making some preparations about the room. “You ought to be kept tied, Choseph,” she said, half to herself. “I never know what you are going to do next.” Yet a sweet note in her voice sounded low.
She came and stood before me, looking me straight in the eyes.
“I was going to give you and Christopher very delicate and important work to do this morning, Choseph, but I’m afraid you’ll do something rash and ruin us all.”
I felt the sting. “Trust me, little brother.”
She shook her head in trouble. “You’re not sly, Choseph; you’re not cunning and patient. Those are what are needed now. You have enough courage.”
“Trust me, lad.”
“You are to meet King Rangan, Choseph, and you are to do everything that he wishes you to do. You may think you ought not.”
“If you say that I ought, I will.”
“I do say so. If you refuse, or show temper, or do anything that a Senatra wouldn’t do, all is lost. Do you understand?”
“I am not a fool, Beelo.”