The fellow who had poured water into Daniel's mouth earlier – some sort of armed bailiff – stepped up, grabbed one of the four grappling-hooks projecting from Daniel's collar, and gave it a wrench. The whole apparatus spun round, using Daniel's neck as an axle, until he could get his arms up to stop it. A simpler man would have guessed – from the sheer amount of pain involved – that his head had been half sawed away. But Daniel had dissected enough necks to know where all the important bits were. He ran a few quick experiments and concluded that, as he could swallow, breathe, and wiggle his toes, none of the main cables had been severed.