And a capable feminine voice, directed past Austin Grey's ear to his opponent, said baldly, 'Hit him.'Lymond, already balanced on the upswing to hurl himself forward, dropped his arm and said, with dawning reproof, 'I was going to.''I know,' said Philippa. 'And it'll take half an hour and end with an audience. Hit him.'Under her hands, Austin Grey suddenly struggled.'Hit him!' said Philippa sharply. 'It's the only way he can stop now, with honour.'Which was not only perceptive, but practical. So Lymond hit him.
"And a capable feminine voice, directed past Austin Grey's ear to his opponent, said baldly, 'Hit him.' Lymond, already balanced on the upswing to hurl himself forward, dropped his arm and said, with dawning reproof, 'I was going to.'"
"'I know,' said Philippa. 'And it'll take half an hour and end with an audience. Hit him.' Under her hands, Austin Grey suddenly struggled. 'Hit him!' said Philippa sharply. 'It's the only...
