The laughing man, the trickster, meets the warrior on a mountain path. He touches one of her battered swords and it leaves her hand to cling to his. He laughs, and she wonders at this, because these swords have never brought her laughter before. 'These are death.' she tells him. But he can outwit anyone, even death, so he smiles and walks beside her, coat-tails swinging, carrying the sword that will not leave his hand.