The man looked bewildered. “None of us knew what? What didn"t I know?”
“That we each did steal that which we swore to serve. That I stole Luxullian, that you stole Genesyx.”
The man"s three companions looked askance at him, and ever so subtly moved to each side.
“I stole Genesyx?” Columba threw his head back and laughed. “You"re as daft as you are ambitious. I stole nothing of the sort.”
“Ah, but you did,” Marl said, his voice calm. “You have it on you now. On your person.”
“I? Genesyx?” Columba sputtered. “Ludicrous. Where?” He spread his hands to invite Marl to indicate where he might be hiding it.
“Lay your sword on the ground between us,” Marl said, hoping this worked.
“Eh? Disarm myself in your company? I hardly think so.”
“And betray us all, as I have, by giving the dark Necr
