To Milan’s horror, he cried out and jumped, covering his face instinctively. “Yes,” he said quickly, for, at last, he really did understand. Despite no exertion of the body, Milan was panting, fear coursing through him. His mind was in pieces. His body was being guided by old instincts, which instructed him to sit still and yet tremble like some pathetic creature, hands raised as if expecting a blow.
