Kifi spoke of many complicated things. Things far beyond the simplistic schooling the young slave had ever received. There was one thing he did understand, the thought of Kepi ascending to the throne was terrifying. It was one thing to let her lash him, but if she took the throne she might last an entire village should she be in a foul mood.
She continued to speak of things Hound barely could comprehend. As one last grand gesture he lowered any defences she had, and opened her arms wide as if trying to embrace the small boy.
Tears streamed down the boy's cheeks as an internal war waged between his loyalty to the Pharina, and the information provided to him. The boy clenched his teeth and raised his sword high, he leapt forward and began to swing.
Hound's blade stopped an inch from her throat. Yet Kifi did not flinch at his movements. She had placed all her trust in the boy. It had paid off.
Hound fell to his knees and dropped his sword. The hunter bowed his head, "Gods forgive me... I... believe you."
Unless Kifi want's to add anything, you can scene with Hound having followed her orders about the sniffing for Ahti's scent on bottles, and yadda yadda yadda...