“Come with you? Where to?”
“To Disscourn. There’s a burning lake on the far side of it. He always wished to be cast there after death. We can do that after Blodsombre—in the meantime we must take him home.”
“You’re a callous, heartless woman. Why should he be buried when that poor girl must remain unburied?”
“You know that’s out of the question,” replied Tydomin quietly.
Maskull’s eyes roamed about agitatedly, apparently seeing nothing.
“We must do something,” she continued. “I shall go. You can’t wish to stay here alone?”
“No, I couldn’t stay here—and why should I want to? You want me to carry the corpse?”
“He can’t carry himself, and you murdered him. Perhaps it will ease your mind to carry it.”
“Ease my mind?” said Maskull, rather stupidly.
“There’s only one relief for remorse, and that’s voluntary pain.”