Norman's gaze fell downward, toward his feet, and he hated himself a little for his inability to do anything. What could he do? The Calamity wanted exactly what its name implied, and Tip hadn't been wrong when she'd insinuated that Norman wouldn't fare well wielding anything more formidable than a broomstick.

"I know I hear her, Sidon," he said, softly. "I don't believe I do, I don't think I do. She's there."

How else would he have known the name of her champion?