I try to take advantage of Erin's distraction by testing the bonds that hold my wrists in the vain hope I can somehow break free. But they are too tight, and I doubt she can keep everyone's attention away from me for long. I fear that in the end, she will just end up hanging next to me, enduring the pre-crucifixion flogging meted out by phlebas, and then the inevitable nailing, hanging, suffering and dying naked on a rough-hewn wooden cross.