“So, you have the island’s commander?” “The island was led by a hagpriest.” A pause. “She is dead.” “What are you not saying?” How to answer that? “She was your sither. I had to kill her. I have laid out her body and—” “I have no sithers.” Said just too quickly. Meas straightened the cuffs on her jacket, any trace of feeling gone from her face. “And no need to see the body. Have it thrown off the walls for the longthresh.”
