She explains it the way you would explain a card game to someone who has already lost it.

VesperOne week, one death, one deck. I shuffle the village and deal the week again. I am not cruel. I am accurate.

You ask what she gets.

VesperThe same thing I have always got. Someone who notices. Do you know how rare that is, in a village that agrees not to count?

She says there is a way out. It is written on the wall of the cellar, in gold, and it has been there for two hundred years, and nobody has ever read it correctly.

VesperYou may also simply give me the week. I would take it. I would be gentle about it.