He had never seen a woman look like that, he thought, fascinated despite his worry for Henry. She had tied back her outrageous hair and wrapped her head carefully in a cloth like a Negro slave woman. With her face so exposed, the delicate bones made stark, the intentness of her expression -- with those yellow eyes darting like a hawk's from one thing to another -- was the most unwomanly thing he had ever seen. It was the look of a general marshaling his troops for battle, and seeing it, he felt the ball of snakes in his belly relax a little. She knows what she's doing, he thought. She looked at him then, and he straightened his shoulders, instinctively awaiting orders -- to his utter amazement.