Keithturnedtoaskmeaquestion,andbeforeIcouldtellyouwhyIwascalling,InoticedZelenewascomingtowardsme,herlegsalittlestiff.Atfirsthisexpressionbecametense,andwhenhesawanuninvitedvisitorcomeinsuddenly,heputhisfingeronhisneck,thenhisfingeronhisneck,andthenheswallowedhissalivaagain.Turningaround,Keith'sexpressionsuddenlystabilized.
"What'sthematter,Gwent?"BecauseIwon'tsayit,Keithasked.
Myheartbeatinfear,almostuncontrollable.BeforeIdecidedtogetaway,somethoughtsofsurvivalflashedthroughmymind.
"I'lllendyouamoment."
"Whyborrowit?"
"Borrowit."
"Whyborrowit?What?"
"Nothing,Ijustwanttoborrow..."
"Yes,"
Canyouborrowmetopretendtobemyhusband?Ciaronwillattackme.BemyhusbandbeforeSilonreplacesyou.Comeon!
Ireallywantedtoyellathim,andifitweren'tforthecrowdaroundme,Ifearedthatifhesaidso,Keithwouldn'tbeahusbandinaninstant,butforever.SoIhadtomakeadetour.
"Lendittome,"Isaid,inawhisper.
Keith'slongeyebrowssuddenlywrinkledandheputhishandonmyforehead.
"Gwentisill."