Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

ramesses mercifully lay maggie's shroud back over the addled features. his silken ears tilted toward the boy with the moon for eyes with a definite interest at this piece of news. "until this moment i had not known why ursus and the saints were ever at war. i only knew that they had moved to follow you. i was one of them for a time. she loathed me."
the sharp white teeth shone in a diamondback grin. "if she is willing to attack children and those without her height and bulk, then she is more mad than i believed possible."
ramesses rounded the end of maggie's charnel bed and stood before the darkfeather wolf. "merrick is your father?" he asked, believing it so. "she attacked his son and has killed his wife. he must want for a fitting vengeance."
the one-eyed prophet was crazed and addled. this wolf of ursus spoke in clearer words. perhaps ramesses might use him to pry out merrick's purpose.