those who slipped struggled to rise again . and then , together , tearing the world apart and filling it with the wreckage of their revenge . the mayor nodded and waved at my purse . an old woman selling piglets from a basket stopped to stare at him , a knight with a half-familiar face went to one knee , and two men-at-arms pissing in a ditch turned and sprayed each other . he would have asked if he had needed me to do that . my purse is still locked in the trunk . 