Then tell me what map you speak of," Alistair hissed. "What hidden agenda does that man hold that you think warrants sparing him? He is nothing — a tutor with a tongue sharper than his function, who cannot keep himself from stoking curiosity and danger. If he has some agenda, speak it now; otherwise I will cut his throat for the insult."
Sebathine's mouth twitched—half amused, half weary. "You forget what he attempted before anyone else. He tried to bring down men far greater than him, and he traded words with me like a blade. He does not seem the sort to back down without a fight. If you believe him powerless, then why does he persist in provoking those who are dangerous?"
