Still, the voice had ordered Harry to keep steady - and to wait.

The whispering voice ordered me to the back of the library.

"Take care of the man," ordered a voice behind me.

"Get back into your chair," ordered a harsh male voice.

The same distinct voice ordered him to turn right, at the double.

The flat voice in the dream had ordered him to do it.

"Bring that man to me," ordered a cold voice from the silence.

"Let them pass," a voice just inside the slightly open ordered.

A male voice, the first she had heard since her kidnapping, ordered someone to leave.

"Turn around and go back the way you came," ordered the stiff voice.