Catt stared at the Executioner who was crouching on his hands and knees at the side of the street. He was doing something interesting with a piece of chalk and a bit of string. There were a lot of chalk marks on the stones, almost as if he was playing some sort of child's game.

Other people on the street hardly seemed to notice him, and Catt wondered at that too.

Suddenly he looked up, right at her. Catt's heart thumped, but she kept her cool and pretended to be adjusting the sacrifice she wa...