Chapter 36Vredech sat for a long time after the two had left and pondered the strange meeting. What was it Darke had said? ‘Fate, destiny, whatever you choose to call it. Personally I’m quite happy to settle for chance.’
Chance...
Travellers from a far distant land. And bringing such tidings.
But ‘drawn here’, Darke had said. Vredech moved his shoulder as if to ease it, unconsciously mimicking Darke’s movement. Strange word, ‘drawn’, he thought. Like hunters after prey.
Yet they were hunters of a kind those two, for all their quiet words, he decided. They communicated with one another in silence, and Darke had taken the knife from him with breathless, not to say, humiliating ease. And how strange, too, that he should feel more kinship with them than with almost anyone he’d ever known.
