The moons and stars were hidden from sight, making that particular quiet night especially dark. The town guard had to carry torches to make their rounds; but the man who came to call at my chapel carried no light with him. I came to learn that Movarth Piquine could see in the dark almost as well as the light—an excellent talent, considering his interests were exclusively nocturnal. He quickly dismissed my notion that he himself was ill, though he did want to discuss a specific disease. "Who told you that?" I asked with a smile. "Tissina Gray." "You've spoken to her? How is her ladyship?" I asked.