"I don't need her magic," Farod said. "You do." Before Selwyn could object, Farrow continued, "I could—so to speak—walk straight into Penrith, and no one would recognize me. Is that your plan? Let me listen outside people's windows, hoping to overhear someone say himself, "Huh, I murdered Farrow last Tuesday and no one knows about it, what entertainment will I do next Tuesday?" Maybe I'll murder Bowden," and then I can tell Bowden that whoever is going to murder him and that we can lay an ambush, catch his attempt, and then he'll admit to killing me so everyone will know you're not that person, and then you can come back? Is that your plan? Because once someone sees you, how do you think they'll react? I think they're going to kill you".

Ellswyes said: "The bats have a point. ”

"Well, that's not my plan," Selwyn said.

"What's that?" Elsves and Farrow asked at the same time.

Selwyn tried to think.

"He needs to disguise," Mr. Farrod said.

"It doesn't have to be magic," Selwyn said.

"Where are you going to get a disguise without magic?" Farrow asked. "Unless she magically transforms you, how can you be sure that people won't see through it?"

"All right," Ellswys said. "Another year."

"I didn't say yes," Selwyn quickly protested.

"I think you can go back there," — Farrow waved his bat wings toward the tomb — "peel off one of the corpses and change into different clothes." Maybe someone is buried with a hat on, and you can pull it down your face and hope no one wants to know why. ”

"Six years, seven years," Ellswis said. "There is not much difference. But I don't have the whole night for you to make a decision. ”

Selwyn hates to be in a hurry.

"Maybe you can shave your head," Farrow suggested. "If you shave your head, do you think anyone will recognize you? Not that I have a blade, if no one removes it, except for the blade on my back. But probably someone did it or my body wouldn't lie flat. I can pull out your hair, one at a time.

"I do have other things to do," Ellswyes said. It seems that they are determined not to give him a moment of silence to think. "I'm gathering supplies for a very important spell. If you delay me too long, I may lose my temper and raise the payment to two years. ”

He had been pressured to make a hasty decision, and Selwyn knew it.

"I have an idea," Farrow said eagerly to Elsweis. "You can make the two of us look like rich businessmen from the East. Give us silk, jewels, and gold. ”

"I won't," said Selwyn, "to give up a year of my life so that you can try to impress people with gorgeous clothes." ”

"Well," said Farod, "let her disguise you as a rich merchant, and if you think no one will wonder why a rich merchant carries a bat with him." ”

Ellswyes solved this problem. "I can't disguise you as a person anyway," she told Farod. "You're a bat. You're so big. She gestured with her hands not far apart. Your body isn't stretching enough" — she spreads her arms — "stretching to human size." ”

"Hmph," Farod said.

Ellswis looked at Selwyn. "I can make you look rich, but I can't really make you rich."

What would a well-dressed merchant, alone and without any goods, do in a small village like Penrith? "Why don't you give me different clothes, different colors of hair," Selwyn said, "...... he gestured helplessly.

"Different eyes," Ellswyes finished, "bigger nose, smaller mouth......"

Selwyn nodded.

"For a year of service?"

He realizes that she is determined not to give him an excuse that he didn't actually accept her deal. "A year of service," he agreed.

"If you carry a bat with you, people will be suspicious," Farrow warned.

He just wanted to disguise himself, Selwin thought. "Let them be suspicious," he said. If he's lucky, maybe someone will grab Farrow and break his neck.