Don’t talk to anybody. “Guess I won’t talk to … any body,” said Gideon, but then read on: I have taken the ring. “Harrow,” Gideon bellowed, impotently, and slapped her hands down into her pockets. The ring was gone. There was no mistake greater or stupider than to let Harrowhark Nonagesimus at you when you were in any way vulnerable; she should have booby-trapped the threshold.
