"Why do you persist in resisting us, human?" the necromancer said, turning his head so his eyes pierced through me. I felt then as if he was reading my soul. In the hour since Jano had read the courier's letter, the world had been turned on its head. I wondered not for the first time what had become of the De'me'thar and the casters outside the city. "You shall not have this city... while even one remains here to hold it against you," I said with a confidence that was entirely artificial. "What is he talking about?" I asked, turning to Jano. "What is this Deep?"