The kienspan, lunging ahead of him, shed sparks against the end of the tunnel and dazzled him. When his vision settled he found that he was sharing a confined space with a giant black bird – or something – like the ostrich – but with no wings – pawing at the ore, or maybe at Jack's face, with talons bigger than fingers – its long bony neck twisted round almost into a knot, an arrowhead of a skull at the end, jaws open with such . . . big . . . teeth . . .