“I’m aware of that. And should we find her? What then?” “We shall see. We shall see, Cahir.” “Don’t deceive me. Be frank. You won’t let me take her, will you?” He didn’t reply. Cahir didn’t repeat the question. “Until then,” he asked coolly, “may we be comrades?” “We may, Cahir. I apologise again for back there. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never seriously suspected you of treachery or duplicity.” “I’m not a traitor. I’ll never betray you, Witcher.”
