Before he could take a third, Blondel gasped, and made an uncertain movement with his hand, as if he would reassure him.
Blondel's hands flew out and clawed the air as if he had the Paduan before him, and would tear it from him.
The two others were silent, and Blondel eyed them harshly, aware that he had mastered them, yet hating them.
The exclamation fell from Blondel's lips before he could stay it.
But Blondel almost seemed to understand my mission, and lent himself to its accomplishment.
