CHAPTER 29
“There must be something we can do, Mag,” Benitoe said, consumed with impatience. Seething Magma had retreated into the way-passage a bit so that he could shelter there out of the steady rain.
“I am checking every few minutes,” she rumbled. “He may not be anywhere to be found.”
You mean, he’s dead, Benitoe thought. “No, not the huntsman. I won’t believe it without proof.”
He gave her a hard look. “We’re not going back to tell them, so sorry, we lost our guide. Don’t know what’s become of him. So sad.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you want to say that to Angharad?”
Her response was loud enough to vibrate through his body. “No, I do not.”
There was stillness for a moment, then she resumed her little restless movements. She wants to be doing something, too, Benitoe thought. Her
