From somewhere behind Brom, Elandriel was crying out to the other elf in a dialect unfamiliar to the human, and the emerald eyes widened before being lost from sight - he spun sideways like a dancer, long steps to put himself out of reach and stop facing Brom, to take new stock of the would-be kidnapper of the priestess of Diune.<br/><br/>Then Elandriel's voice shifted, becoming words that Brom could understand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Stop! Stop, you mustn't hurt him!"</span>