"I say old bean," Arngeirr said with growing apprehension, "I wouldn't want to put both of these items on at the same time.  If the last reaction was so severe I would hate to see someone lose their mind having to contend with both items at once."<br/><br/>The giant moved back to the box and took up the two sashes.  "I believe you observed that the first one was relatively harmless to you.  I would, perhaps, wish to test its effects on myself at some point.  Though not at the present moment; I feel we should not put the sashes on another being today, no matter how huge a gentleman they are."  Part of it was Arngeirr's wishing that they not move too fast and miss something crucial; part of it was also his growing concern for his friend.  The jump in hostility from the items was frightening; he did not want to risk whatever might happen if both sashes were born at once.<br/><br/>"In the mean time, I think we should gather what information we have, and I shall do my best to remember the things my father may have told me.  Perhaps we should fetch paper and an inkwell from a page so that we may properly record everything."  Arngeirr moved to place the black sash back in the box.  As he pressed it down into its designated place, he felt the bottom of the box bend as if above an open space before his find hit hard resistance.  Could it be that-<br/><br/>"I say," he blurts, "Does this box have a false bottom?"