"Is someone there?" called out the voice again, and Violet heard something moving. Suddenly, a light flickered on, and Violet came face-to-face with a tall man with moleskin-black hair. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Violet, who are you?" she asked. "Mo Folchart," he said, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" she asked back. He chuckled, and said, "I asked you first." Taking a moment to study him, Violet decided she could trust him and explained, "I can read things out of books." His face went rigid, and said, "So can I. But why would Capricorn need both of us. They started talking to pass the time, and for a while it worked, until they ran out of topics.
Around midday, a maid came with food, but left and didn't speak a word to either of them. The day dragged on, and finally, the sun set, and the light that was seeping through the holes in the walls was gone.
Violet had just drifted off to sleep, when Basta pushed open the door, and shoved two more people in. "Meggie? Elinor? They got you too?" Mo walked to them, and wrapped them in a hug.
Violet slowly rose to her feet to greet both of them. "This is Violet, Dustfinger's sister," introduced Mo. "So you're that backstabbing, worm's sister?" Elinor walked to her, cornering Violet until she stepped back into the wall. Meggie pushed past Elinor and before anyone could stop her, punched Violet in the nose. Meggie was a few years older, taller, and stronger, and Violet fell to the ground, holding her bleeding nose. But before she could do any more damage, Mo pulled her back, "Why did you do that? She didn't do anything. Both of you." Elinor turned to him, "That matchstick eater led us here, then tricked us to handing Inkheart to Capricorn." Mo made his way around an angry Elinor and Meggie, and gave Violet a cloth for her bleeding nose.
"I'm sorry," Meggie apologized. "I didn't know." Violet glared at her, then removed the cloth from her swollen nose. Her eyes were watering, and if they weren't, you would see tears falling from the pain.
For the rest of the night, Violet sat in a corner and listened to Mo tell stories, until her eyes drifted to sleep.