The nymph stares at Tristian for a long moment. Then, instead of striking, her hand reaches out and clasps his

The nymph stares at Tristian for a long moment. Then, instead of striking, her hand reaches out and clasps his face, turning it to meet her gaze. "What happened to you, my skylark?" The nymph's voice is sharp and sickly sweet. "Your heart couldn't bear my anger? So be it. I was bored with your songs anyway — perhaps the snapping of your bones shall entertain me." She raises her hand over the Tristian's head once again — then stops as she suddenly notices you.