Who told you that I amgoing away? he demanded sharply. He saw how dangerous this ravingdemagogue was, that at any moment she might trigger another explosionof murderous passion and insanity. They were swept up in the feverish madness of war when custom andconvention no longer counted. His expression wasecstatic; the rheum from his bloodshot eyes ran down his cheeks intohis silver-grey beard.
At the finalinstant, as his forefinger tightened on the trigger, he gave the gun anextra forward flick. Thus,with no tribe and no other master, Penrod was all he had. He had learnt from Penrod Ballantyne, and henever took his eye from the Emperor's blade. Saffronwas shaken from her perch on the cabin roof.
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