`` but you bear his mark , '' said one woman to my right with long , wavy hair . for now , the watch would have to wait . on this side , that would be priest . she stopped her intrepid pacing and let out a tiny , forced laugh . they must be near the river , he thought . she 's always wiggling around , crying or reaching for things . '' it was the first thing any of us had said in thirty minutes . still breathing ; looking good ; three squares per stride . 