We are making far too much noise for my liking." "Vanye," Chei appealed to him, "for God's sake—" "Liyo," Vanye said, and eased Arrhan forward, his heart beating so the pulse seemed to make his hands shake. No man called his name. Few in his own land had cared to know it; excepting Nhi and Chya and Myya, and his Chya cousin, who was not wont to use a Kurshin name when he could help it, and called him only cousin when he was kindest. But in Chei's mouth it was not a curse, it was like a spell cast on him, was the way Morgaine used it. Fool, he told himself. And his heart moved in him all the same. "Where are we going?" he asked Chei. "Where I told you from the beginning—across the hills to the road. Before God I have not lied. Vanye, tell her so. Tell—" What sound it had been Vanye could not identify, even in hearing it. But it had been there; and none of them moved or breathed for the instant. The black weapon was in Morgaine's hand, beneath the cloak. Vanye knew it, as well as he knew where sky and earth was.
