This chapter's epigraph is from a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It's a poem about survival, and in this chapter, it's about survival for a weakling. In this case, the weakling is the guy who helped Henry win the tournament. He's so weak, in fact, that he feels like his body is breaking apart. He wants to kill the guy, but he can't because he promised his sister that he'd bring her back. He also wants to know if the guy can kill him, or not, because he has no time to fight with him. He asks where his friends are hiding, and the guy tells him that they're all dead. He tells them to be careful not to fool around with their friends, since he's going to kill them if they do. He warns them not to listen to the "holy knights" and not to worry about them, since they'll get them out of here if they don't leave. He says that they should just beat the "true form monster" to death, and then bring him back, but that's not going to do it. He feels so weak that he might as well gamble with the holy knights.