Chapter nineteen“I swear! I swear on my father’s grave!” Tralgan Vorner glared at us in that eerie flickering light. “For the love of Opaz — the Spectre! I heard it — I heard the thing die! I swear!”
Those accusing eyes bore in on him. How could they believe what he said with this ghastly evidence before us?
The words fell to Naghan Raerdu. Heavily, he said: “Look about you, Tralgan Vorner. Is this the work of human hands?”
Vorner shook his sword. “I tell you! No-no — no human could wreak this. But — but—”
Practically, speaking harshly, Yavnin bit out: “You said you heard the Spectre shrieking, then wailing, then—”
“Then nothing! It wailed to silence. I was away — away! The Thaumaturge must have rotted. It could not survive without me.”
The tenseness held us all. The air smoked evill
