Niall smiled a cold smile. “In case your oath is not strong enough, know this. If this false Dragon dies before I command his death, or if he is taken by the Tar Valon witches, you will be found one morning with a dagger in your heart. And should any . . . accident . . . befall me—even if I should die of old age—you will not survive me the month.” “My Lord Captain Commander, I have sworn to obey—” “So you have.” Niall cut him off. “See that you remember it. Now, go!”
