Tydomin caught hold of him delicately. “I don’t know Joiwind, but, whoever she is and whatever she’s like, I know this—she’s more fortunate in her friend than in her brother. Now, if you really value her happiness, Maskull, you will have to take some firm step or other.”
“I mean to. Digrung, I shall stop your journey.”
“If you intend a second murder, no doubt you are big enough.”
Maskull turned around to Tydomin and laughed. “I seem to be leaving a wake of corpses behind me on this journey.”
“Why a corpse? There’s no need to kill him.”
“Thanks for that!” said Digrung dryly. “All the same, some crime is about to burst. I feel it.”
“What must I do, then?” asked Maskull.
“It is not my business, and to tell the truth I am not very interested.... If I were in your place, Maskull, I would not hesitate long. Don’t you understand how to absorb these creatures, who set their feeble, obstinate wills against yours?”
“That is a worse crime,” said Maskull.
“Who knows? He will live, but he will tell no tales.”