Prescott frowned struggling toward consciousness. Her milky eyes opened, found me. She stiffened. I waited for her to get to her feet. She did well, scarcely swaying and only as she rose. She touched the blood at the corner of her mouth and looked at the smear on her fingertips with a curious interest.          "Come here to me."          Prescott, eyeing me suspiciously, was curious now for clearly I was not the despicable erratic giver appearing intermittently to ask mild questions of a fashioned interest. I waited unmoving, hard, expressionless and so she took another step toward me. She straightened her shoulders and let her hands fall to her sides.          "Go directly up to your room and prepare for me. If I do not like what I see when I enter you will feel it."          To my relief Prescott turned and went and with only a passing hesitation. 1 perhaps that I could let go with only a verbal lash within the privacy of her chamber. I could not speak with Vettra now; what I had done to Prescott twisted in me though I knew its necessity and was committed to it and so when Prescott was halfway up the stairs I followed her. I trusted Gallett would explain to Vettra and their children. If anyone could help them to understand the governer could.