 Oh, this talk is driving me daft. Go back to your window if you must, but hold your tongue. Davok, Davok. What is it, Mary? Is Margaret all right? She's gone, Davok. Vanished. Her room is empty. I thought I told you to lock her in at night. A few minutes ago, she called for me and asked for a glass of water. I left the door unlocked to fetch it, and when I came back, she was no longer there. Respect a bridegroom has come for her. Quiet, woman.