“Máel Máedóc leaned forward, all height and muscle and astute, lightning-sharp eyes. “Áed is dangerous. That’s honest. If he knew himself, he could probably kill you where you stand, and send an awful lot down with you. He can know every feeling you have and every lie you tell.” The shopkeeper’s eyes were bluer than the far-out ocean, and seven times as deadly. “He is not safe to be around.”