"You stayed," Gordus said. "Somehow you stayed. That dog. Somehow you've got your damned Familiar with you, haven't you, Witch?"
"No," Hammen lied fluently. "Only feeble minds like yours require a contact. Shall I tell you something about Witches? The Familiars are a deception. We don't need them at all. We are lone wolves."
"Wolves, are you? So now I know what your grandmother before you was."
Hammen laughed.
And sobered.
"What did you take, Gordus?" he demanded.
"What do you know about her?" asked Gordus.
"Her name is Isodel."
"Isodel Van Der Lies."
"I've heard of her. Somewhere," Hammen said hesitantly.