The impression of darkness increased steadily, though in fact the sunlight was strangely undiminished. It seemed to be gathering from every side. She could no longer move her eyes, but she had the impression that shadows were flitting past her and joining a greater shadow already on the platform.
Suddenly Wardyke stood before her.
He needed no words to tell him why she had called him. He knew about the visitation.
‘Your death will be soon,’ he confirmed.
‘I am not ready!’ she cried in despair. ‘Can it not be delayed?’ It seemed to her that all her sorcery was worth nothing if it could not win her one moment of extra time on earth.
‘Your time has come,’ he said. ‘There is nothing you or I can do.’
‘Deva is not ready. I will die, and our wrongs will be unavenged. When I’m dead I will o
