It is sure my men will come.

It is sure that every Rangar on this rock will meet a very far from pleasant death--" He grinned, and though she could not see him grin, she knew that he was doing it.

She knew that he was even then imagining a hundred horrors that the Rangars would endure before they died.

She might name her terms.

She could save them.
"No!" she hissed hoarsely.