"Think it was a coincidence that you ran off the road straight into Deirdre?"  She asked.

"I don't know," I said, stalling for time.  What did she want me to say?   What was she trying to get out of me?  She was laying a trap, I was sure, but I didn't know what kind of a trap.  Or maybe she was just one of those villains that gives a long monologue before they kill you so that you have time to wriggle out of your handcuffs, rescue the beautiful girl, and blow up the whole island... except I wasn't in handcuffs, there was no beautiful girl, and we weren't on an island.  I decided to play it straight.  "What do you want me to say?"  I asked.   "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Margaret's expression lightened; all malice vanished.  I looked around, and all the other cows were smiling, nodding, murmuring in kindly tones.

Margaret called off into the fog: "You can quit snorting, Eleanor."    A plump old heifer ambled out of the fog from where I thought I'd heard the bull snorting.

("If you think my bull is good, you ought to hear my Mae West," she said.)

I was stupefied.

"You're obviously stupefied," Margaret said.  "Why don't you take a few deep breaths, and I'll explain everything...  including the third insight!"

"I already know the Third Insight," I said.  "I need the Fourth."

"Whatever," she said.  "Just catch your breath, bright boy."