She got to the driveway and was semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. “They died within a few months of one another. And before Kneebone could draw his sword, he felled him to the ground with the iron bar. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. “Impossible to say,” he answered.