Before Sigrid could respond, her arm was grabbed by her mother whose nostrils were flared from all the fast angry breathing she was doing. She was like a dragon whose hoard of gold had been stolen.
"Bring her back to life." She hissed.
"What?" Sigrid found herself lost at the request. How was she supposed to bring a dead woman back to life?
Lady Iryne's next words made much more sense.
"Bring her back to life so that I can kill her myself for daring to take my grandson's soul." She kicked the immobile feet of the dead phantom mage again. "This wicked witch bitch!!! Where is my sword? Someone should hand me a sword right now. Even if she is already dead, I will hack her body to pieces and have them spread out in the sea."
"Burning the body is better." Sigrid gently pushed her mother to the side because all that kicking was splattering blood on everyone unnecessarily.