"Look, they’re making daggers with their hands. Look, he is." she said urgently, pointing to the left of the painting. "His hand is a flat dagger across that woman’s throat. That’s it! Those two on the left hate her, not him." she said, urgently now. "Serrin, what is this? Look at his face, that man with the pointy gray beard, his hand is cutting her throat, and she is so sad, look at her. Who is she? Is that Mary?"