“State your gods-damned business, then.” “You must answer,” said the girl. “Answer for the Falconer,” said the chorus. “You must answer. Both of you.” “Of all the … fuck you!” said Locke, his voice rising to a shout. “We did answer for the Falconer. Our answer was ten lost fingers and a lost tongue, for three dead friends. You got him back alive and it was more than he deserved!”
