pope started walking down the length of the conference table . she could n't look away from the oldest soldier-the silver-horned one . her hand drops to mine , and she holds it tightly . `` report back to me on any further developments , will you ? '' we must hasten to your father 's chambers . '' a gust of cool air rushed in , chasing her away with the thick steam . that thought had me laughing , actually laughing , and i could n't stop for nearly a minute . i remember that training equals hunting now . 