Deep within his brain, in the corner that was no longer his own, he felt a strange and utter stillness. It was as though the invader, the Cursed One, had gone.
Carse forced himself to speak, making his voice ring back from the walls in stern echoes.
“The memories of children are indeed short when even the favorite pupil has forgotten the master.”
And he bent his gaze upon Hishah the Dhuvian.
“Do you also doubt me, child of the snake? Must I teach you again, as I taught S’San?”
He lifted the great sword and Garach’s eyes flickered to Ywain.
She said, “The Lord Rhiannon slew S’San, aboard the galley.”
Garach dropped to his knees.
“Lord,” he said submissively, “what is your will?”
Carse ignored him, looking still at the Dhuvian. And the cowled figure moved forward with a peculiar gliding step and spoke in its soft hateful voice.