Cleves stood tall and shadowy beside his wife, the useless pistol hanging in his grasp.
Then, in the silence of the woods, and very near, they heard Sansa laughing. And Selden’s anxious voice:
“Arrak is dead. The Sou-Sou hangs across a rock, head down, like a shot squirrel. Is all well with you?”
“Tiyang is on his way to his star,” said Tressa calmly. “Somewhere in the world his body has bid its mind farewell.... And so his body may live for a little, blind, in mental darkness, fed by others, and locked in all day, all night, until the end.”
Sansa, at the base of the wall, turned to Selden.
“Shall I bring my body with me, one day, my lord?” she asked demurely.
“Oh, Sansa——” he whispered, but she placed a fragrant hand across his lips and laughed at him in the moonlight.