Ichabod returned to his seat on the bed.
“You are not afraid, perhaps, to go into the dark alone?”
“No.”
“No,” again, very slowly. Arnold understood now.
“You swear?” Ichabod flashed a glance with the question.
“I swear.”
“And I.”
A moment they both studied the sputtering candle.
“It’ll be within fifteen minutes,” randomed Ichabod.