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Before
she
could
turn
the
question
over
in
her
mind
or
try
to
answer
,
the
curtains
parted
and
Paul
entered
.
“
Here
he
is
,
Moth
—
”
Paul
broke
off
,
taking
in
the
tensions
of
the
scene
.
“
You
will
stand
where
you
are
,
m
’
Lord
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
What
.
.
.
.
”
Paul
shook
his
head
.
Jessica
started
to
speak
,
felt
the
arm
tighten
against
her
throat
.
“
You
will
speak
only
when
I
permit
it
,
witch
,
”
Gurney
said
.
“
I
want
only
one
thing
from
you
for
your
son
to
hear
it
,
and
I
am
prepared
to
send
this
knife
into
your
heart
by
reflex
at
the
first
sign
of
a
counter
against
me
.
Your
voice
will
remain
in
a
monotone
.
Certain
muscles
you
will
not
tense
or
move
.
You
will
act
with
the
most
extreme
caution
to
gain
yourself
a
few
more
seconds
of
life
.
And
I
assure
you
,
these
are
all
you
have
.
”
Paul
took
a
step
forward
.
“
Gurney
,
man
,
what
is
—
”
“
Stop
right
where
you
are
!
”
Gurney
snapped
.
“
One
more
step
and
she
’
s
dead
.
”
Paul
’
s
hand
slipped
to
his
knife
hilt
.
He
spoke
in
a
deadly
quiet
:
“
You
had
best
explain
yourself
,
Gurney
.
”
“
I
swore
an
oath
to
slay
the
betrayer
of
your
father
,
”
Gurney
said
.
