He twisted round. ‘Indeed, you barely know her. I will tell you this, then. I looked out through her sister’s eyes, through a helm’s visor – in the moment that she died – and I stared up at my slayer, the Adjunct Tavore Paran. And the blood dripping from her sword was mine. You will speak to me of innocence? There is no such thing.’ Shurq Elalle stared at Hood. ‘So, in using her now…is this punishment?’ ‘Consider it so, if it eases your conscience.’ ‘She murdered her sister?’ ‘Yes.’
