‘Vatha Urusander,’ said Renarr, ‘there will be justice.’ She saw him nod again, in the instant before her knife sank deep beneath his left shoulder blade, stilling the beat of his heart. Unblinking, she stepped back, leaving the dagger in his back. He tilted forward, forehead striking the leaded window, before his legs gave out and he fell to the floor at her feet. Looking down, she saw the smile on his face. Peaceful, content, lifeless.
