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The
window
imploded
.
For
an
instant
Keli
saw
,
framed
against
a
hell
of
blue
and
purple
flames
,
a
hooded
figure
crouched
on
the
back
of
the
largest
horse
she
had
ever
seen
.
There
was
someone
standing
by
the
bed
,
with
a
knife
half
raised
.
In
slow
motion
,
she
watched
fascinated
as
the
arm
went
up
and
the
horse
galloped
at
glacier
speed
across
the
floor
.
Now
the
knife
was
above
her
,
starting
its
descent
,
and
the
horse
was
rearing
and
the
rider
was
standing
in
the
stirrups
and
swinging
some
sort
of
weapon
and
its
blade
tore
through
the
slow
air
with
a
noise
like
a
finger
on
the
rim
of
a
wet
glass
—
The
light
vanished
.
There
was
a
soft
thump
on
the
floor
,
followed
by
a
metallic
clatter
.
Keli
took
a
deep
breath
.
A
hand
was
briefly
laid
across
her
mouth
and
a
worried
voice
said
,
’
If
you
scream
,
I
’
ll
regret
it
.
Please
?
I
’
m
in
enough
trouble
as
it
is
.
’
Anyone
who
could
get
that
amount
of
bewildered
pleading
into
their
voice
was
either
genuine
or
such
a
good
actor
they
wouldn
’
t
have
to
bother
with
assassination
for
a
living
.
She
said
,
’
Who
are
you
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
’
m
allowed
to
tell
you
,
’
said
the
voice
.
’
You
are
still
alive
,
aren
’
t
you
?
’
She
bit
down
the
sarcastic
reply
just
in
time
.
Something
about
the
tone
of
the
question
worried
her
.
’
Can
’
t
you
tell
?
’
she
said
.
