Because she may not have received your message, said a voice, which he pushed from his mind immediately.
The important thing right now is the key, he told himself. And yet as his men examined the bits of wreckage (catching them with their oars as they were able and drawing them close) it was becoming increasingly evident that they might at last find nothing. And thus a new plan of attack would be needed, for one of the keys belonging to the ferrymen had to be acquired; nor would he abandon Shekalane to be r***d by the Lucitor (for that was what was in store for her, surely). However cold-hearted and simple of purpose his men seemed to think him, he was not so single-minded as that.
His gaze landed on the opposite bank of the River Dire as he brooded, where an abandoned platform could be
