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"Amber has never been noted for its squeamishness," she said. "You have
been exposed to too much American journalism. So, you are aware of my
familiarity with the Keep, and you want my help in killing the two of them.
Correct?"
I nodded.
"Rinaldo has told me that if we were to arrive too late and Jurt had
already undergone the transformational ritual, you might know a way to use
that same power against him," I explained.
"He'd gotten further into those notes than -I'd realized," she said. "I
am going to have to be frank with you then, since our lives may depend on
it: Yes, there is such a technique. But no, it won't be of any help to us.
Some preparations are required to turn the power to such an end. It is not
something I could simply reach out and do at a moment's notice."
Mandor cleared his throat.
"I'd rather not see Jurt dead," he stated, "if there's a possibility I
could take him back to the Courts as a prisoner. He could be disciplined.
There might be a way of neutralizing him without really ... neutralizing
him, as you put it."
"And if there isn't?" I asked.
"Then I'll help you to kill him," he said. "I have no illusions about
him, but I feel obliged to try something. I'm afraid that the news of his
death could push our father over the edge."
I looked away. He could be right, and even though old Sawall's death
would mean his own succession to the title and control of considerable
holdings, I was certain he was not anxious to acquire them at that price
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