'Silence.' Bayaz was frowning now, deeper even than he had at Calder, days before in the yard outside. Again Logen felt the desire to step away, but stronger by far. He found himself glancing around the room for a place to hide. Caurib's lips still moved, but only a meaningless croak came out.
'Break my walls, would you?' murmured Bayaz. His grey brows drew inwards, deep, hard grooves cutting into the bridge of his nose.
'Kill my servants, will you?' asked Bayaz. The room had turned very chill, despite the logs on the fire.
'Burn my books, say you?' thundered Bayaz. 'You say too much, witch!' Caurib's knees buckled. Her white hand clawed at the door-frame, chains and bangles jingling together as she slumped against the wall.
- The Blade Itself, Part I, The King of the Northmen