Rhiannon went on. “ I did. But you gave me the chance to undo my sin, to be free to follow my brothers.”
The thought-voice rose with a passion that was strong, dangerously strong.
“ Lend me your body, Carse! Lend me your body, that I may do it!”
“No!” cried Carse. “ No!”
He sprang up, conscious now of his peril, fighting with all his strength against that wild demanding force. He thrust it back, closing his mind against it.
“You cannot master me,” he whispered. “You cannot!”
“ No,” sighed Rhiannon bitterly, “ I cannot.”
And the inner voice was gone.
Carse leaned against the rock, sweating and shaken but fired by a last, desperate hope. No more than an idea, really, but enough to spur him on. Better anything than this waiting for death like a mouse in a trap.
If the god of chance would only give him a little time…