Chapter Eight
That was touching, said Eetapi, as he strode on into the chill embrace of the Bone Forest.
‘Could you try at all to develop something resembling a heart?’ Konrad retorted.
We were not made for sentiment, Master.
Didn’t he know it. Konrad maintained a dark silence as he followed Eetapi’s lead ever on towards the city, ignoring one or two commonplace remarks of hers. He needed his concentration in order to keep moving as fast as he could go; his supernaturally fast Malykant’s stride was useful, but the darkening forest posed many dangers to an unwary Konrad. He ducked and swerved around the trees looming out of the shadows, and arrived at the city gates in one piece.
He maintained that pace through the streets and on into the Darks, uninterested now in attempts at concealm
