Now Terry rolled the dice. "Five," he observed.
Hannah, shifting slightly to keep her balance, said: "So Tom became young, but lost his freedom?"
"Something like that," said Terry, drawing a card.
Do you, perhaps, consider yourself a bull,
or more like inflexible granite, you fool?
"I think the game's insulting you," said Tom, hopping back onto his seat. "So which one are you going to choose?"