"Give Thark your gun."
Nevan wanted to protest, but resisted the urge and handed the weapon
over--with a warning. "Try to harm her, Master Thark, and you're the
one who'll die."
Thark felt unexpected amusement. "I have committed enough dishonor,
young warrior. I will not compound it by harming her. I wish only to
destroy this blade, and so regain what I may of the honor I have lost."
He held up the bloody dagger that had, so long ago, had his mind-pattern
impressed on it.