He was out of breath and frowning apprehensively as he greeted them. “The Torgvalds have gone, but they were arguing so heatedly amongst themselves I do not see how they could give enough attention to sailing to reach their home.” “Let us pray they do not, then,” Celiese remarked softly, the bitterness of her comment surprising the two men. “We will not be rid of them so easily as a few rats we might toss into the sea, but should they sink from the weight of their own evil deeds, I shall not miss them.” Hagen turned to join the attractive couple on their way to the beach, his stride long and sure. “Most of our crew were near enough to summon. I had spoken with them of the possibility of this voyage, but they had not expected it to begin so soon.” Mylan cast Celiese a sidelong glance, but she did not seem embarrassed by Hagen’s admission that he’d planned a voyage to France. That she would have sailed with his brother, simply gone away without once thinking of telling him they were making so dangerous a journey or bidding him farewell, pained Mylan greatly.
