In the aftermath of the battle, Dr. Barlow wonders why the men didn't use the flint rods they had given him to use against the enemy. He wonders if they would have been better off without them. He also wonders if the medicinal herbs in his body are as effective as the ones in the bag, and wonders why he hasn't changed his clothes since the fight. He says that he's always been very fresh and clean, so he doesn't have to worry about changing his clothes every day. The bag contains six different clothes, and he wonders why they haven't been changed yet. He asks if they're afraid that the little squeak will get tired, and then wonders if it's because they've brought along all of these strange things. They're all black-eyed rock, he says, to help them avoid even greater danger. He tells Barlow to find the guy first, and to think carefully about what he'll say next. He's going to die, he warns, and they'd better be careful not to make it out alive. He adds that he used to love using a sword, but that white wood always got him to end the fight with a single strike from a sword. He explains that he never liked this, because it made him feel like he was tormenting the opponent with his sword. But now, he tells Barlow, he'd rather die of laughter. He wants to vomit on the face of the guy who killed him.