At that moment he saw one of the statues fading away, from a pale, white glow to darkness. He had not previously seen it shining.
In a few more minutes the normal light of the land returned. Corpang got up, and shook him out of his trance.
Maskull looked around, but saw no third person. “Whose statue was the last?” he demanded.
“Thire’s.”
“Did you hear me speaking?”
“I heard your voice, but no one else’s.”
“I’ve just had my death foretold, so I suppose I have not long to live. Leehallfae prophesied the same thing.”
Corpang shook his head. “What value do you set on life?” he asked.
“Very little. But it’s a fearful thing all the same.”
“Your death is?”