one

In, she said.

In that? he said. I will not.

She hissed at him, and he stood firm. It was a folly, a nonsense, a joke. It would not serve.

She said, Little thing, get in.

Or what? he demanded.

Or I will bring rain to this rock: so much rain that it will drown all the little plants you eat, and all the little animals you chase. It will drive away all the birds you try to snare. I will have it rain so long and so hard that it will wash all the soil from the stone, and take the trees with it. And then you will have nothing, nothing at all, and so starve under my eye; and then I will eat your bones and be free. Little thing. Get in.

In honesty, he had no idea why she had waited so long to threaten this, because there was nothing in the world he could do to resist it. If she meant it, it would happen; and she did very clearly mean it.

Even so …

Han sat on a rock, and began to bargain.