There was a dreadful silence.
“Why couldn’t you believe me?” asked Maskull, who was pale and sweating painfully.
“Who gave you the right to kill him?” demanded Tydomin sternly.
He said nothing, and perhaps did not hear her question.
She sighed two or three times and began to stir restlessly. “Since you murdered him, you must help me bury him.”
“What’s to be done? This is a most fearful crime.”
“You are a most fearful man. Why did you come here, to do all this? What are we to you?”
“Unfortunately you are right.”
Another pause ensued.
“It’s no use standing here,” said Tydomin. “Nothing can be done. You must come with me.”