“Y’know, but y’don’t un’erstand! If that bear was told, ‘kill th’ firs’ pony y’see’, it couldn’t do anythin’ else ’cause it don’t know anythin’ else! I don’t-” Artemis groaned. “I don’t think you’re followin’ the facts,” she whispered loudly. “Y’say you know thralls don’t think, but y’know what that means? They can’t plan. They can’t go ’gains’ their master’s wishes. They can’t change their course ’t all!”