”He looked over at Faegan. The guns sounded quiet and distant. For a long time nobody said anything. “Whenever you are ready, Your Grace,” he said.
Why? whined Mil y, crying al the more. “This is a warning,” he said simply. Knowing that they hadn’t a second tolose, Faegan gave the order, and the three mystics raised their arms. Hewas gradually improving, even by the old master’s standards.