They skipped the need for words, conveying everything with a brief exchange of glances.
[We're being followed.]
It wasn't the Undertakers. They should have turned back after laying the bodies to rest; there was no reason for them to linger here. Even if they were newcomers, there was no reason to venture deep into the bone-filled passageways.
Unless they were some other bored tourists. But for them to happen upon each other on the same day was far too much of a coincidence.
The follower apparently hadn't considered that he might be discovered. He kept deliberately light steps and trailed them from a distance. The winding passageways and surrounding stone chambers hid the light, while the sound was swallowed by the bone walls.
But for someone with plenty of experience moving through dim environments, hearing could sometimes matter more than sight. A pursuit with such an uneven rhythm stood out as plainly as a torch on a midnight street.
That wasn't a bad thing. Kraft took the lantern from Kup, pretended not to notice the tail, and walked on normally for a while. He stopped in a fairly spacious stone chamber and hung the lantern on a protruding fibula.
The misleading light suggested that someone had stopped there. Kraft drew his sword and stood with Kup against the wall on the opposite side, waiting in silence.
The other party was quick to react, and in quite a hurry. Once the sound of their footsteps disappeared, he soon softened his steps, but his pace quickened as he rapidly closed the distance to avoid losing them.
Kraft guessed at the man's changing thoughts: he suspected his target had noticed him, or had slipped into some narrow passage, vanishing like an insect into an unreachable crack and becoming a nagging stain on his