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Malris looked at her curiously. "Not aloud," he said, a little uncertainly, for indeed he had begun to think deeply on his brief exchange with the houseless shade of his wife, his mind straying from his and Tasa's current, obscure path.
She had gone West, well and good, part of his mind reassured him.
But had she done so with a hidden store of bitterness against his long, unavoidable absence? And other bones been liberated too?
Could she still be in the company of the accursed yrch creatures, her defilers and murderers, who had turned her against him? And at this the hand which held Cirlach shivered, very slightly. Yet he was certain he had let out no sound.
He turned to Tasa, solicitude in his gaze. "Are you certain it was a voice you heard? Not some bestial cry or a movement of the water?" he whispered back. It seemed dangerous to besmirch this place of long silence with chatter.
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