The Nameless stooped its head to take him in his jaws. He threw the magic threads with the glowing teeth of the Moondragon at him. As they struck him and fell to the ground, they turned into laughter.

Laughter filled the air and surrounded them, grew louder and wilder, all kinds of laughter, from titters to guffaws, from hearty laughs to the most open joyous laughter Receiver or anyone had ever heard. Receiver had to laugh. And so did the Nameless.