'Work with me, Sergeant,' Daniel said, 'as if I were a guide taking you on a hunt for strange game of which you know nothing.' They began to push their way across the vast cosmos of the square, which was crowded with dark matter: huge mobs pressing in round bonfires, singing Lilliburlero, and diverse knaves who'd come up out of Hogs-den to prey upon 'em, and patchwork mutts fighting over anything that escaped the attention of the knaves. Daniel lost sight of the green flames for a while and was about to give up when he saw red flames shooting up in the same place – not the usual orange-red but an unnatural scarlet. 'If we should become separated, I shall meet you at the northern end of the Tilt Yard where King Street loses itself in the Cross.'