under the wrapping and from the plain cardboard box he drew out a sword . his eyes were fixed on the open window , where the snow clouds filled the space with a deep , even grey . what do we gain by asking them ? '' `` he died when i was a small baby . but we needed that gate opener . over his shoulder , i could see a rider coming through the blowing snow . eyes fall on me as we move through the restaurant , but i 'm not looking at them . 