She paused, and the black eye-brows went up.
“We?” she inflected.
He nodded. “That is where the game will be played out.”
“And why not here, in Dornlitz?”
“Because it’s easier there—and surer.”
She made to shiver. “So, for me, it’s only out of a charming mausoleum into a common grave.”
He laughed. “It will be a rarely lively grave, my dear Madeline, and, I promise you, exciting enough for even your starved nerves.”
“When do we start?”
“Soon, I trust—there is work to be done here first.”
“And I may help?”