"The Mask Anonymous is part of a set." Madonna said.
"The Mask," the mountain lord replied, "is mine. The caldera, mine. The fortress, mine. Everything within, mine. Does that make the state of things clear to you?"
"I am familiar with greed." she told him. "However, the time has come for both I and the Mask to fulfill the purpose for which we were made."
"You are not mine. The mask is. Go where you want, but you will not be taking my mask with you."
Madonna stepped forward, leaning her neck to one side and sweeping her hair from it. With an amused tone, she said, "Is that all? Then make me one of yours, and I'll be about my task. But the full set requires all pieces. That means the mask must come with me."
He took a step back. "You don't know what you ask."