Nothing happened.
Serenica waited for the corpse to move, she waited for the sea to swallow her, for water belonged to the dead and the dead had been disturbed. No, the corpse did not move, it appeared to her that the dead man wasn't the least bit disturbed.
Now a more pressing concern appeared in her frantically panicking mind - the thought of losing to the speed of the corna smuggler meant they would have to face a much more powerful and stimulated Kinley in Neul. This idea was bothersome enough that Serenica wished against her reason for any movement at all.
A bubbling, gurgling sound came out of the destroyed throat of the corpse.
Serenica screamed.
The mouth of the dead man was gaping, but slowly, as if with great effort, it began to close. It was not a natural sight, nor a pretty one. The corpse had no muscles to contract. The force moving its mouth was not of this world.
Spade jumped up, even though he had a corpse candle to look after.
