" Saren kept pace effortlessly with no more sound than the passing of a soft summer breeze.  She knew she should stop him now.  A quick blow and the threat would be gone.  He would not see her coming, would not see her at all.  But where was the challenge in that?  Where was the honour?  She would watch a little while.  Perhaps he would turn aside, run as blindly from danger as he had stumbled into it. . . . ."

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