Angus barked derisive laughter. "As well ask me to find the Book of
Nard. I'd stand as much chance!"
"I may well ask that too, before you and I are through."
"Suppose I refuse?"
The Hierarch sighed. His black eyes glittered in the shadow of his
cowl. "I'll smash your legs so you can't run, and let Stal Tay send
his men for you. I'll put red-hot daggers in Tandor's eyes until he
confesses your crimes. I--"