p. 320 ARC...
Lord Harapior: "But then I know you are Dunyain...I know that every blunted edge you bare conceals a poison pin."
"I was a fool for thinking that knowledge would make me your master...So now I'm suspicious beyond all reason. I obsess, wondering where I might find the poison pin. And I ask, What will my King do when he at last lays eyes on you? What would any soul do when presented a famed songbird as a gift?" He sneered.
"Of course, he would bid it sing." He seized her head , jammed the silken sack deep into her mouth and throat. She gagged and convulsed as someone human might. His eyes gleamed for satisfaction.
"No voice," he said "No poison pin."
p. 329 The ARC
Serwa: And it descended as lightning, the realization that she had failed. Harapior had guessed her gambit. Very soon, they would become the plaything of some decrepit and inhuman will , something to sin against and so purchase some brief term of sanity.