Nsharra said nothing but her lids had half-veiled her eyes for a moment and Nelson knew that he had guessed correctly. For a moment, he wondered what Nick Sloan and Shan Kar would do now. Sloan wouldn't give up the campaign to crush the Brotherhood-not with a fortune in platinum to win.
Then, mentally, Eric Nelson shrugged his shoulders. What difference did it make to him now?
"Are you going to kill me too?" he asked directly.
"Are you afraid of death?" Nsharra countered.
He answered levelly. "I don't want to die. But I think I can manage it if I have to."
Nsharra smiled faintly. "That is an honest answer, Eric Nelson." Then her face sobered swiftly. "But it is not mere death you have to fear."
Tark looked up at the girl. The wolf's thought came clearly to Nelson.
"Mistress, I did what I could with the others of the Council. But your father is grimly resolved and Quorr and Hatha demand vengeance."
"And Ei?" questioned Nsharra's thought.
"Who knows the Winged One's mind?" countered the wolf. "They will all be here soon to judge the man."