every time his sword sliced , something died . i could keep track of her through the link , but i wanted to talk to her . the room is quiet until i speak . beyond the walls of the yard the real night had closed in , the old night with its tendrils of fog and crawling shadows . there would be plenty for all to eat later ! she 'd used reverse psychology so he 'd rise to the challenge , do whatever it took to be perfect in her eyes . good thing she 'd never thrown that in his face . 