The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

The question was a flash, the teeth clipping air - thunder cracking.

The rain began soon after.

Sivugat caught nothing of the man in his teeth, his lunge sucking the taste of the rain out of the air. For his age the man could move far better than the boy ever could.

The boy doesn't have an answer.

What did it matter who it was? He could not recall if Nyra had named them; only that she had come and gone, and that it was days ago, and he had not thought about her since, except when Aventus had surprised him.

This man was not Ursus, and so Sivugat was silent.