18 VII
In Which We Are Vindicated.
I am beginning to think Ori takes a ghoulish delight in dead bodies.
‘Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a detective?’ I asked him. He had taken charge of the scene the moment we arrived at the grave, and kept us all back while he conducted some kind of meticulous examination of the body.
We flew as draykoni — Ori, Pense and I, that is — and I am sure he probed the site the way Pense and I had done before. But then he turned human, and busied himself with puttering about, looking closely at everything and touching the bones and saying “Hm” a lot. I stood several feet away with Pense. We folded our arms and watched in silence, because the one time I tried to say something, Ori raised his hand without turning around and I was duly hushed.
I exchanged
