"Tonight?" Hadrian asked. "Shouldn't such things be done in the daylight? When we can both see and things with complicated names aren't flying around?" "Not if I'm right." "And if you're wrong?" "If I'm wrong, we'll both certainly die--most likely by being eaten." "The thing is, I know you're not kidding. Did I mention I lost my weapons?" "With any luck we won't need them. What we will need, however, is a good length of rope, sixty feet at least," Royce told him. "Lanterns, wax, a tinderbox--" "I'm not going to like this, am I?" Hadrian asked miserably. "Not at all," Royce replied."