“I have spoken with you long, mother. I have asked of you much and you have answered me most graciously. With this final question, I do take my leave. What one singular task can I perform to be of the greatest service to you?”

The Night leaned in and whispered in a voice as soft as a thunderclap, as calm as a summer storm, and as blinding as a dead star. “Ignore every word I have said.”

Verse 18, stanza 9, the Book of Moons; details a conversation between the Night and the Girl with the Red Scarf.