Leaning forward in his chair, Rubberman said, “What do you mean that Mystress is back? If she really died back then, how can she be back?”
Nightbolt sighed and readjusted his hat. “I know it sounds nuts, ‘specially after the story I gave y’all, but it’s the cold, hard truth. Mystress is back. Whether it’s her spirit, her actual self, or something else entirely, I don’t know. But she’s back. I saw her with my own eyes.”
“Do you think maybe Mystress faked her death all those years ago?” I asked. “I mean, you yourself said she was a master of illusion. Maybe she only faked her death to make you stop chasing her.”
“No way, no how,” said Nightbolt, shaking his head. “As I said, I came prepared, knowing all of her dirty tricks. I knew it was the real Mystress. Same voice, same personality, s
