|Chapter 4: "You Are Mine"|
"Ah, you are stubborn yet," the voice sneered, so personal in its contempt that it might have come from within his mind rather than from the attar-laden air. "Stubborn beyond my fondest desires. In one stroke you have ensured your own defeat. My will commands now, and you are lost. Groveler!"
Covenant flinched at the virulence of the sound.
"Do you mislike the title I have given you?" The Despiser spoke softly, hardly above a whisper; but his quietness only emphasized his sharp hate. "You will merit it absolutely."