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Urshull Vandal-Eye pauses briefly. You see him wipe tears that smear as murky streaks from his hollowed and stained eyes. From grief, or the vapours of Black Myrrh?
The Slave-Taker continues:
-I was tricked! It is always so with magic, with Lies... My life-sacrifice was granted - I was returned to my daughter. But the foul witch-spider of Ixachitlan, the Speaker Of First Death Ananse... she took from my daughter her memory of me! She cannot recognise me, her father, at all!
Now am I bound to this prison by my daughter, for I could leave by sorcerous power at any time... and yet I cannot, for to do so would be to abandon my daughter once more, and acknowledge that all I have done is for naught!
Seeing your executioner sword, Urshull is seized with sudden hope. He scrabbles desperately and falls to his knees before you...
-There is a way! There is a way! Hear me and trust me. My bargain with the Witch Spider was for Life. But if you agree to execute me, deliver True Death to a Highborn with that sword, yet cast at the same time that spell of old Maskelyne... the rite of exchange of life and death, I will die and yet also live! You will be completely unharmed. I swear it! No harm can come to you! And I will be reunited with my daughter once more... at long last!
