“They all do that,” said Surss without even the common decency to turn his head to look. It was as if he knew the outcome all along. Sabienn had the urge to ram a fist through the back of this man’s head. But the old man sat as if he would welcome it.
“Take your friend and go please,” said Surss quietly.
Sabienn sat a moment longer. He had nothing. Sitting there he had the empty feeling of waste.
Silently he found his feet and walked the little corridor Stork had taken. The door was closed and he knocked quietly.
After waiting a moment, he noticed the door beside. It was closed and there was the sound of pronounced breathing from behind. He knocked then quickly entered.
It was Surss’s bedroom and Stork sat at the end of the bed. In his hands was a white cloth which he appeared to have
