Chapter Seventy: Words
"False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil."
The Dark Lord was not pleased to hear that his Wraith had gleaned nothing new from the younger Weasley's mind, but he readily accepted her word on the matter. Wraith herself was pleased with the trust that Voldemort placed in her word and she hoped that with the deception she had bought the prisoners below a little time to rest.
Things were quiet enough for the next week, with the Death Eaters who had gone with Rafe reporting regularly as their hunt took them across the country. Each time she sat with the Dark Lord to hear these reports, often through the Floo network, she asked him if he wanted her to join in the hunt. But each time, Voldemort told her no. She would have her chance to play her part when the traitors were captured.
And so, Wraith simply waited. In her mind were half-formed plans to spare the life of the Talbot boy should he be captured, whether or not