Éowyn darts aside, her face taut with pain, and catches his sword with her own, twisting the blade. For a moment, she smiles - a smile as hard and vicious at his own - at the news. She bears no love for the Peacekeepers. Any enemy of theirs, until proven otherwise, is a friend of hers. But her smile fades almost as soon as it comes, and she shakes her head, striking out at his chest with the pommel of her sword.

"If they come again," she says in a low voice, "you will be more easily bested. They treat dissent gently, when it comes from new arrivals. Keep fighting, and you will find a fate worse that imprisonment awaits." She swallows, her hesitation momentary but obvious before she drives home the attack again. "Keep your eye for the Avoxes. You will see them here. And if you do not bridle your tongue and your fists, you will join them."