"Fine," Handy said, trying to think. He didn't want to reveal too much about the Mistress and his relation to her, and a quick glance at Thorax revealed nothing. He was reasonably sure she didn't share what the changelings knew. He'd feed Jacques just enough truth to get him to believe some bullshit down the road. "...He is an old magic user. And before you ask, no I have no idea what kind of magic that is, but it was what he used when he beat us all silly. He is after Crimson because she used to be thrall to his cabal. The real Crimson," he added as Jacques gave a sideways glance at Thorax, an eyebrow cocked. "I had taken her under my protection. Thunder sought her back. I found this objectionable."