Then, ‘No!’ he shrieked. ‘Kennit never said that! He never said he always dreamed of having his own liveship. You lie! You lie!’ He shook the man back and forth. Althea heard the snapping of bones. The man screamed, and Paragon suddenly flung him away. His body cartwheeled in the bright sunlight, then bit into the flashing sea abruptly. There was a slap of flesh against water. Then he was gone. The chains on his ankles pulled what was left of him down. Althea stared dully at the spot where he had vanished. He had done it. Paragon had killed again. ‘Oh, ship,’ Brashen groaned deep beside her.
