For a moment, Roland stood stock still, looking down at her, as if he had been entirely taken out of time, Then, slowly, he relaxed, little by little, back into being merely tense.

"If you are lucky, and he takes no interest in you," he said, his voice low, "he may only be deadly." There's a tension under the level tone which belies just how much he does not want to talk about this. "I was... unlucky. And one day, he will pay for that. But now, in public? I will not speak of it."