Carrick listened quietly. "It may be best not to know what's happened to your daughter," he said. "Admirable words, but I know you, little bird. You're as sensitive and highly strung as that new Arabian mare in my stables. If you let yourself dwell on her fate, you'll torment yourself with the thought forever."
He watched as Hermes began to amuse himself with a series of exercises once more. "How do you hope to be sharpened?" the vampire queried.