Ulciscor’s brother acknowledges the young man’s statement, waving aside the nearest of the crowd and kneeling by the corpse. He draws a strip of cloth from his pocket and binds the body’s wrists together behind its back. Gently, but he checks the strength of the knot three times. Then he uses another strip to form a blindfold over its sightless eyes. Once he’s done, Caeror breathes deep and places his hand on the corpse’s forehead. His face is a mask of concentration. His eyes flood to black. With a rasping gasp, the dead man sits up.
