Chapter Eight
Konrad’s body began to move, though it was not he who had bid it do so. The motions were not his own, either; an odd sway to his hips suggested that his captor was a woman, or had been in life.
He could see, but his vision was distorted — doubled. A glance at Nanda showed him two women: the Nan he knew, familiar and loved, beautiful in every feature; and a second Irinanda, tall, icy and haughty, the planes of her face angular and unpleasing. His possessor’s view of Nanda was quite different from his own.
‘Konrad?’ she said, watching him warily. ‘Where are you going?’
He tried to answer, but she who had taken control of his limbs kept his lips pressed tightly together, and no words emerged. He fought, and for a time, sight and sound faded altogether as he threw everything
