Dawn had found them still cooking. Not until the middle of the morning did they start traveling again. The meat that had not been eaten was wrapped in leaves.
“If Urizen was watching us,” Wolff said, “he must really be laughing.”
“Let him laugh,” Vala said. “My turn will come.”
“Your turn? You mean, our turn.”
“You may do what you like. All I’m interested in is what I do.”
“Typical of the Lords,” said Wolff without elaborating. He watched her for a while after that. She had amazing vitality. Perhaps it was the food that had given her such a swift walk and had filled out her cheeks and arms. He did not think so. Even during the starvation, she had not seemed to suffer as much as the rest or to waste away as swiftly.
If anybody could survive to get at her father’s throat, it would be Vala, he thought.
May I not be far behind her, he prayed. Not so much for vengeance on Urizen, though I want that, as to rescue Chryseis.