Therefore, one might understand Handy’s sudden apprehension even if he didn’t fully comprehend why he was gripped with a certain superstitious dread after meeting her eyes. He pushed on through the crowd, coming to several intersections in the tent city as he stopped to try to determine where she had gone. Passing by one minstrel who was busy putting away his instrument for the night, he spotted her to his left, five tents down, walking away from him and about to turn another corner. He followed after her for some time before coming to a stop.