Chapter 16‘Who are you, Rannick?’ Nilsson said flatly.
The shadow nodded approvingly. ‘You call my name and yet you ask who I am. I commend your perceptiveness, Captain. No false blustering about your bewildered men, or Meirach, or your slaughtered horse. Just a simple, direct question. You seek to know my true self. And yet in asking that question you affirm that you know who I am.’ His voice was leisurely and calm, as if they were old friends relaxing over a quiet noonday drink in some peaceful inn, but it seemed to Nilsson that it came in some way from another place, and the slow trickle of old memories that it had invoked at first grew and grew until it threatened to become a flood.
Rannick’s voice cut through the mounting tumult. ‘Do you feel it is meet that I should stoop to tell y
