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"
Kill
him
now
,
"
the
gypsy
urged
.
"
That
is
to
assassinate
.
"
"
Even
better
,
"
the
gypsy
said
very
softly
.
"
Less
danger
.
Go
on
.
Kill
him
now
.
"
"
I
cannot
in
that
way
.
It
is
repugnant
to
me
and
it
is
not
how
one
should
act
for
the
cause
.
"
"
Provoke
him
then
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
But
you
have
to
kill
him
.
There
is
no
remedy
.
"
As
they
spoke
,
the
owl
flew
between
the
trees
with
the
softness
of
all
silence
,
dropping
past
them
,
then
rising
,
the
wings
beating
quickly
,
but
with
no
noise
of
feathers
moving
as
the
bird
hunted
.
"
Look
at
him
,
"
the
gypsy
said
in
the
dark
.
"
Thus
should
men
move
.
"
"
And
in
the
day
,
blind
in
a
tree
with
crows
around
him
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Rarely
,
"
said
the
gypsy
.
"
And
then
by
hazard
.
Kill
him
,
"
he
went
on
.
"
Do
not
let
it
become
difficult
.
"
"
Now
the
moment
is
passed
.
"
