That he whose name was Silence should cry aloud in a strange tongue, of which they understood no single word, was a dread and ominous thing that showed his anger to be deep.

But Leonard took no heed, he was too engaged in covering the second guard with the barrel of his repeater.
This man, however, had no liking for such a dreadful death.

Swiftly he flung himself on to his knees, imploring Leonard to spare him in humble accents, and with gestures that spoke more plainly than his words.
Taking advantage of the pause, again Juanna cried aloud: "Ye see, People of the Mist, I make no idle threats.

Where are they now, the disobedient ones?
The tongue of flame has licked them and they are dead, and as they have perished, so shall all perish who dare to gainsay my word, or the word of Jal.

Ye know us for gods and ye have crowned us kings, and gods and kings we are indeed.