fetch her to Dusar," Vas Kor was saying. "Where is she?"
Astok bent close and whispered into the other's ear. The suggestion of a smile crossed the cruel features of Vas Kor. He realized the power that lay within his grasp. He should be a jed at least.
"And how may I help you, my Prince?" asked the older man suavely.
"I cannot kill her," said Astok. "Issus! I cannot do it! When she turns those eyes upon me my heart becomes water."
Vas Kor's eyes narrowed.
"And you wish—" He paused, the interrogation unfinished, yet complete.
Astok nodded.
"You do not love her," he said.
"But I love my life—though I am only a lesser noble," he concluded meaningly.
"You shall be a greater noble—a noble of the first rank!" exclaimed Astok.
"I would be a jed," said Vas Kor bluntly.
Astok hesitated.
"A jed must die before there can be another jed," he pleaded.
"Jeds have died before," snapped Vas Kor.
