Chapter Eight
"Father?" cried Teela. It was later that day. She was standing in the doorway to Man-At-Arms' workshop.
"Over here," Man-At-Arms called back. He was at his workbench hovering over a disassembled blaster rifle, a pair of pliers in one hand and a small laser torch in the other.
Teela walked over to her father's workbench. "How well do you know He-Man?" she asked, joining him at his side.
"Fairly well," Man-At-Arms replied without looking up from the blaster rifle.
"Has he ever … destroyed any villages?" Teela inquired. "Has he ever killed anyone?"
Man-At-Arms set his pliers and laser torch down and looked up at Teela. "Of course not!" he exclaimed, surprised. "You and I both know he'd give up his sword before he'd kill someone." Man-At-Arms paused. "Why do you ask?"
"I've been ordered … to kill him," said Teela flatly.
Man-At-Arms' eyebrows suddenly shot upwards. "KILL him?" he exclaimed. "On whose orders? And on what grounds?"
"My mother's," Teela replied matter-of-factly. "On the grounds … that he destroyed a village." Teela paused. "I'm supposed to meet her again next week. If I haven't killed him by then, she'll … disown me."
THIS doesn't sound like The Sorceress, Man-At-Arms thought.
No, it most certainly does NOT, commented The Sorceress of Grayskull telepathically.
What should we do? Man-At-Arms thought, his thoughts directed at The Sorceress.
Tell Teela to keep her appointment, The Sorceress replied. I wish to meet this person.