"So that's the secret," the Beast Lord said. I froze with the spoon halfway to my mouth. That was it. He had figured out what I was and now he was playing with me. "You okay?" he asked. "Gone a bit pale there." In a moment he would drop the charade and rip me to pieces. If I was lucky. "Secret to what?" "Secret to shutting you up," he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence." I went back to the soup. Ha-ha. Very funny. "What did you think I meant?" "I don't know," I mumbled. "The ways of the Beast Lord are a mystery to a humble merc like me." "You don't do humble."