I would ask him his terms myself, but he does like to tear the tongues out of our messengers, and I do rather like myself as I am, whole and unscarred. I shall let my sire bear his wrath, once he wakes. It is what he is fondest of doing.

[ The rabbit-fairy nods. ]

Our brother, yes. Out hunt is small. Four in number, I think, so far as we are ever any number at all. Myself, my sisters and our brother. The cathedral should hold many, many hundreds of humans were they to hold their breath and stand very still on top of one another. But humans tend not to do such things, so I imagine there should be less than a hundred. It would be an insignificant number, were we not concerned with keeping the girl alive.