A fearsome thing is a thing you're afraid of--and it has nothing whatever to do with whether others are afraid, nor with whether it is in fact dangerous. It's your view of the matter that counts!
perhaps not," Contarini said. "Perhaps not. But you are braver than I. I am not afraid of any man living. But you are afraid of neither the living nor the dead, nor of man nor devil--which is a great deal more than I can say for myself. Besides, there is the blood of kings in your veins. And has not a king protection that even a man of noble blood such as myself does not have? I think so.
"Oh, I have no doubt that you could do it, if you but would. And then, perhaps, when you are free, you would free me--for teaching you all I know to accomplish this. My fear holds me chained here, but you have no chains of fear."
Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. "All right, my friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?"
The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he--
He felt a chill run through him. What was he doing here? How could he have taken it all so calmly. Afraid of man or devil, no-