Tristran isn't sure what happens, but from one quiet second to the next, he is struggling to break free from his own bindings, the ropes cutting sharply into his skin and flesh.

"What are you doing?" he demands, sounding a little more frantic than he means to be. "Where are you taking her? Let her go!"

The vultures, of course, ignore him. He isn't going to be of direct use to them yet.

"Yvaine!"