It's the cruelty of how Lambert acts and treats the specter of the story that has Childermass on edge himself, as tense as the witcher is, left wondering just what they've wandered into after all. He's not naive enough to think of Lambert as a wholly good man. He has a temper, he has a mean sense of humor when he needs it, he's bitter about enough in life but this? It's different.

There's something uncomfortably personal about this, he realizes by now, and he can't help but say, "I don't."

Once the man is gone, staggering, tripping his way off to wherever he lives. Everyone knows except Childermass.

"What does that mean, Lambert? Where are we?"