‘You drank from the cup.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘I did,’ Uthas said, looking away. He didn’t want to talk about the starstone cup. ‘You know I need the Treasures. They are vital to our plans.’ ‘I know.’ Uthas tugged on his long white moustache, a habit when he was troubled, or anxious. ‘Do you know something that could help me?’ It is too late to go back now. ‘I have knowledge of two of the Treasures: the cup and Nemain’s necklace. I know where they were last seen.’
