Suddenly Dinvahèbin seemed to have totally lost her defiant attitude. “Please!” she begged me. “If you kill him...”
“What? What if I kill him?”
“If you kill him, I will die too! And I know at this point you may assume I deserve it, but...”
“Name one reason why I should not!”
“I can help you”.
“I think the two of us have very different opinions concerning what help means”.
“I am serious! Spare us and I will help you!”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Earlier... as you tossed that... iron shard... at me... I felt something. I saw something. I saw where you are going and why, and I can help you achieve what you seek”.
“What did you see? And how much are you given to know?”
“I cannot answer this question at the moment, otherwise you would kill us. My only hope to be spared is to negotiat
