( He slows, and it pleases her, sparks within her recognition for his appeasement. The trick of the provider is a quarter in the catch, the rest in the cleansing, the preservation, the cookery. Now and then, she nods as if the commend his skill, or points here and there, where she feels he has been lax in his plucking. )

No. The House is opening. You have heard elder Sang-Hoon. The House is opening. We are not uninvited.

( After a time, she offers the slim, if well cleaned blade that she carries, faint rust at the tip — or stain of bleeding. )

To cut the heads. The feet. The organs. We keep them, for later. Stew or bait.