“Hmm … And are you—? Who’s the best fencer in the world?” “I’ve no idea.” “You’ve never known one?” “I’ve known many who believed themselves to be the best.” “Oh! What were they? What were their names? What could they do?” “Hold on, hold on, girl. I haven’t got an answer to those questions. Is it all that important?” “Of course it’s important! I’d like to know who these fencers are. And where they are.” “Where they are? I know that.” “Ah! So where?” “In cemeteries.”
