Dimly I thought I heard Louis’s gentle voice, protesting, pleading, arguing. I heard locks thrown, I heard nails going through wood. I heard Louis begging. “For a while, just a little while.…” she said. “He is too powerful for us to do anything else. It is either that, or we do away with him.” “No,” Louis cried. I heard David protest, no, that she couldn’t. “I will not,” she said calmly. “But he will stay here until I say that he can leave.”
