"Wellard," Mary says, still sounding a little stunned as she turns to glance at him; then, her voice sharpening suddenly: "You are still ill."

A short pause, Mary's face visibly changing as she follows this thought to its logical conclusion - namely, that Wellard and the Black Rider should not be in the same vicinity - before she takes a stiff, determined hold onto Wellard's hand.

"You must come with me," she says, loudly. "I must talk to you."