Byerly's manner grows grave. His look over at Octavius grows solemn.

"You must keep this information confidential," he says. His voice is low; his manner seems earnest. "And tell no one of it."

Byerly, it must be noted, is quite a talented liar. He does seem convincing as he speaks.

"The reason," he continues, "is that Artemaeus is a friend of mine." Then, still with solemnity, he says, "Swear to me you'll keep that a secret. Most of all from Artemaeus himself."