I heard Ricori curse, and shot him a warning look. He was leaning forward, white and tense; McCann
had stopped his chewing.
"How does she make the dolls?"
"I do not know."
"Do you know how she prepares the unguent?"
"No. She does that secretly."
"What is it that activates the dolls?"
"You mean makes them-alive?"
"Yes."
"Something from the dead!"