While now we saw the cage with which Stan thought he could contain us, I was left wondering by what means he meant to neutralize us. By that I meant, kill us.
I no more expressed that thought out loud when Elijah motioned me to be silent.
He turned and announced to the empty room, “You can come out now.”
A diminutive man did so.
He’d been ensconced behind a sliding panel in an alcove behind the podium of the audience chamber. His hands held high, and one holding a dagger. As he advanced he let it fall harmless to the floor.
Having observed us the past few days, he had decided to defy his master and help us instead.
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