Bayard, too, has been advised not to attempt the Cornucopia - Tabris and Cullen have given him instructions to not watch and to head for high ground, and though part of him yearns to prove himself in a fight, another part (what he cannot yet know is the wiser, more mature part, the bottom edge of his teenage years soaking into his prepubescence) wants to stay as far from the fighting as possible. And so he does as they say. Dressed as a knight of old, he scrambles away from the fight.

But not watching carnage can't spare his ears, and soon enough he's curled at the bottom of a tree, his hands over his ears even though the screaming and rending of flesh has stopped. He's not even close enough to hear it anymore, but it echoes in his ears.

That's why he doesn't hear Tiffany coming until she's close enough to be dangerous, but he's small enough that he, too, is hard to see. And it doesn't occur to him to be frightened of a woman in a dress, even a mutilated one.

"Hello, ma'am. I don't mean you any harm."