Jeyan’s tight-gripped fear goaded her into action.
‘Be still, Excellencies,’ she whispered urgently. ‘They’re back.’
To her considerable relief, no reproach came for this brusque order. Instead, the Gevethen took her shoulders again, though this time the hands were conspicuously unsteady.
Petty in your viciousness, jealous of each other, and afraid of dogs, eh? Jeyan found herself exulting in these continuing indications of the Gevethen’s vulnerability, but she was sufficiently in control of herself not to allow any outward sign to manifest itself. She reached up and took the two hands firmly.
‘Hold me, Excellencies,’ she said, as if pleading. At the same time, she reached out to Assh. The dog growled again. The hands tightened and she felt another flight pending. ‘Do not move, Excelle
