“Nearly. We are to guard the king and maintain his authority at any cost?”
Beela studied me uneasily. “Yes, at any cost,” she slowly answered.
“I was thinking of Gato,” I explained. “We are to resort to any measures with him, however extreme, if we have good reason to think them necessary?”
“Yes,” somewhat anxiously. “What do you mean, Choseph?”
“Anything that may be wise and prudent.”
She glanced down. She made no reply, but gave this warning, still not looking up:
“Take no chances with him. When you strike, which you must, sooner or later, let the blow be swift and sure.”
“What will become of the army when he is out of the way?”
The question troubled her. “It is very uncertain,” she answered. “There may be leaders under him who are in his confidence. They or one of them may take command and lead the army against the palace.”
She sprang to her feet and glanced about.