Faolan rose carefully from his seat. He thought the name over. He took
a short sword from a place beside the high seat. He stepped down. He
walked toward Starke. "You brought Rann alive to me?"
Starke pulled the chain that bound Rann. She ran forward in little
steps, her white face down, her eyes slitted with animal fury.
"Faolan's blind," said Starke. "I let you live for one damned good
reason, Rann. Okay, go ahead."
Faolan stopped walking, curious. He waited.
Rann did nothing.
Starke took her hand and wrenched it behind her back. "I said 'go
ahead.' Maybe you didn't hear me."
"I will," she gasped, in pain.