And these were the opportunities that the Chatterer waited for.

(I may as well explain that we bore no names in those days; were not known by any name.

For the sake of convenience I have myself given names to the various Folk I was more closely in contact with, and the "Chatterer" is the most fitting description I can find for that precious stepfather of mine.

As for me, I have named myself "Big-Tooth." My eye-teeth were pronouncedly large.) But to return to the Chatterer.

He persistently terrorized me.