'Oh yes. Of that, I have no doubt.'

This man's battle plans, his chessboard of identities and relationships, reminds him of something his tutor at the Ottoman court taught him. When your life depends on knowing who is friend, or friend of friend, and foe, or friend of foe, it behooves one, even as a child of only ten, to be able to remember names and faces, and their place in the game.

He fixes Dr. Lecter with a gaze as cold as steel.

'She will betray you, too. She fights monsters, Doctor.'