The other woman smiled faintly and rather pathetically. “There’s nothing left to do, except mourn the dead. You won’t grudge me that last office?”
“Do you want to stay here?” demanded Oceaxe suspiciously.
“Yes, Oceaxe dear, I wish to be alone.”
“Then what is to become of us?”
“I thought that you and your lover—what is his name?”
“Maskull.”
“I thought that perhaps you two would go to Disscourn, and spend Blodsombre at my home.”
Oceaxe called out aloud to Maskull, “Will you come with me now to Disscourn?”
“If you wish,” returned Maskull.
“Go first, Oceaxe. I must question your friend about Crimtyphon’s death. I won’t keep him.”