Page 71 (Navichet lowers her telescope, looks apprehensively, drinks from the soup, and looks again through the telescope) NAVICHET: Opening the gate? (At the gate, several of Ansporruk’s guards are gathered. Three of the witch band stand motionless before them in the open gateway) GUARD: P--please... Just talk in normal Corners. We want to help. You know Ansporruk stands ready to help your kind.