Chapter 15

Their eyes met. Neither could intuit the other's feelings. Fresh tears ran down Arhyvhynne's face. Sweat beaded Eyrmysse's forehead. Arhyvhynne held out the blade. Eyrmysse did not hesitate. She accepted it.

Arhyvhynne placed herself upon the marble altar. It feels so cold, she thought. She looked around the room, giving everything a last, lingering glance. Then she turned her head slightly to look at her sister. Deep blue eyes over brimmed with tears. But the voice was calm, steady. "I understand. I forgive you." The words sent a chill down Eyrmysse's spine. A torrent of emotion overcame her and the black robe faltered for a moment. But only for a moment. Then the golden dagger came down.