Then he stepped back, realizing that the person on the cot had stood up and was looking about. “What do you want?” Kelsier snapped. The figure jumped. Had he heard that? Kelsier walked up to the figure and touched him, gaining a vision of an old beggar, scraggly of beard and wild of eye. The man was muttering to himself, and Kelsier—while touching him—could make some of it out. “In me head,” the man muttered. “Geddouta me head.” “You can hear me,” Kelsier said. The figure jumped again. “Damn whispers,” he said. “Geddouta me head!”
