If she's out here and not locked up in the barracks, I'll know, he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. You share a whistle? Trevanion said in disbelief. Do you have a problem with that? Finnikin asked. I have a few whistles, Lucian murmured. Very confusing sometimes. Whistles are meant for combat, Trevanion said. Not wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.
Finnikin of the Rock (ed. Candlewick Press, 2010) - ISBN: 9780763651756