And I'm an old women, but I can hold my own in a scuffle. Don't worry dear, I just knocked the wind out of your friend. she says."Toeto, my dear, whatever has gotten into you?" asks "Harold," looking worried, although his voice is calming and smooth. "This isn't like you at all--now, now, put that thing away, there's a good girl. Sprout would be terribly disappointed if you murdered all your friends, wouldn't he? Or she. It. There's no need for that"--he turns to Beatrice--"she's a shaman, a healer, you silly old thing, and hardly a threat to you!"