She doesn't know? That confuses Guy for a moment, but perhaps, he reasons, she has more than one.

He didn't really know her then, so anything could be true.

"A blade with a jewelled handle. You wore it in your hair and..."

He was trying to remember what else he could tell her, when she spoke again.

"You say that to torture me before twisting the knife, you always do." His laugh is short, sharp and brittle. "You have every reason to."

Guy drew back from her and regarded the lake slowly. The cold water could kill him.

But then it might not.

He rose to his feet clumsily, stumbling forward a little.

"I could drown."