"The cock-crow could have a second meaning as well," Caroline pointed out, "no less troubling than the first: namely, that the fog is lifting." She had to raise her voice and lean closer to Johann, because Ursel had begun screaming. Like expert flautists, who could use the trick of circular breathing to play long continuous notes, Ursel had the ability, oft seen among sergeants, schoolteachers, wives, and other leaders of men, to scream for several minutes without letting up to replenish his lungs. "He has had an epiphany," Caroline said. "For quite a while, we wandered lost in the fog. Now, suddenly, he knows where we are."