Alad’s gleaming white eyes flicked in his direction briefly, and Konrad detected a hint of guilt. ‘I was angry and worried.’
‘Apology accepted.’ Konrad stretched out his legs, still cramped with cold, and chafed his chilled arms. ‘So you want me to punish Myrrolena for you, somehow. Can’t you do it yourself?’
Alad’s eyes flashed fire. ‘She is stronger than I am.’
‘What makes you think I can do any better?’ Konrad wondered for a chilling moment whether Alad had guessed his identity. It wasn’t impossible, though he hid it well. But the ghost was shaking his head.
‘Not alone,’ he said. ‘You know the best way to kill lamaeni ? Destroy the body while the spirit is absent.’
‘So I’m your accomplice. You’ll lure her away in her spirit-form while I burn the physical remains? Is that the plan?’
