I need to become Lyctor now, before—” She bit off her words like meat from a bone. Gideon waited to know before what, but no more was forthcoming. She closed her eyes and waited, but opened them when she panicked and realised that she had forgotten how long it had been since she had shut them. Harrowhark was sitting there with that same curious expression on her paintless face, looking thoroughly unlike herself. “Get some rest,” she said imperiously. For the first time, Gideon obeyed her without compunction.
