"Priest," Finnbhear breathed. "If they can't go near it, how is it supposed to free them?" Blood was staining the back of Picket's shirt, spreading slowly out across the white fabric.
"My name is Mornnacht," the High Priest said with a haughty sniff. "Don't worry. There are ways. First you will eat with me. Nothing will happen until they visit the stone. MacKegan's power cannot touch these two in the temple."
In the room, Midna touched the stone and cried out in ecstasy.
Disgusting, Finnbhear thought. Throughout a simple meal of bread, wine and cheese the cry of Midna rang in his mind. The acolyte had been removed to a room by himself, where he slept deeply.
If that was what the stone did, Finnbhear would be happy never to touch it.
"There will be volunteers to help you," Mornnacht wa
