"Do you think the Gilarabrywn knows we're still in here?" "Esrahaddon said it was intelligent, so I presume it can count." "Then it will come back and find us. We have to reach the castle. The distance across the open is about--what? Two hundred feet?" "About that," Royce confirmed. "I guess we can hope it's still munching on Millie. Ready?" "Run spread out so it can't get both of us. Go." The grass was slick with dew and filled with stumps and pits. Hadrian got only a dozen yards before falling on his face. "Stay behind me," Royce told him. "I thought we were spreading out?" "That's before I remembered you're blind."