Chapter sixteenThe voice of Lazan-Yvon the Inconducive spoke with chilling meaning in Tralgan Vorner’s head. The woman who had once been Semtilla the Fair, dead for millennia, yet living again through Vorner’s hate, resurrected into an animate Spectre, drove her words into Vorner’s brain. He felt the power, the hate, the condemnation, the passion.
“You are remiss in your duty, man! You swore your hatred would endure and yet you accomplish nothing for me.”
“The matter has taken a different turn.” Vorner spoke up bravely, despite the screaming fear eating into his guts. “My vengeance—”
“Your vengeance!” The spitting contempt seared. “You prate of your revenge, yet you hesitate and do nothing. You were told to do my bidding yesterday. And today what have you done? Nothing!”
“I am saving N
