"Alone, my lord?"
"Certainly. Here?"
The man rolled his eyes up at Kit. The boy's knees gave. He almost fainted. The soul flickered its last before his eyes. The man was dark forever.
"Over here, my lord. By the side, if you please."
His words came stifled as out of the grave.
Kit heard them remotely.
His voice tried to burst through iron blackness and failed.
His soul yelled,
"Murder!" but no sound came. Feet and tongue stuck fast. The Powers of Darkness had prevailed over him also.
The two were walking away across the deck, side by side, the big man and the little.