“As you wish. But will he take part in the Hunt of the Stags?” “He may.” “And will he try to poison me there? Cut me with a poisoned blade?” “Will you try to put your knife in his back?” Katharine counters, but Nicolas only laughs. “Of course not, my sweet,” he says. “When I kill a man, I look into his eyes.” Katharine forces a smile. Of course he is joking. He must be. No one must ever be allowed to harm Pietyr. No one but her.
