net.

--must needs seek shelter in yonder castle. Mayhap we will find the Lady Sarah thither.

[A few muffled barks sound in the background.]

I trow 'tis worth the attempt. Forward!

[There is silence for a few seconds, followed by a high-pitched whine.]

Prithee, what vexeth thee, Ambrosius?

[A long pause is followed by a whimper.]

Nay, 'tis not the Lady Sarah, but verily, 'tis human.

[The message cuts off there.]