The domoviye drew away from Venik slightly, as if waiting for him to turn to ash before their eyes. “You all saw,” quavered Banya, twisting her mustache, eager to make up her fault. “I didn’t tell! It was Venik!” “It’s been recorded in the minutes,” Zvonok said darkly.
Fear can make us turn against our companions. To rule with fear is to sacrifice loyalty.
