Lemm can do as he likes, and he can tell them to get up and follow, or leave, or whatever he chooses, as always, but--he will not.

An irrational urge rises through them, so powerful they shudder, to go get the Nail and fling it away.

But they've done something terrible, and that would be far more frightening.

He holds up is hands. They do not rise. They do not move. They do not breathe.