The voice the page hears is wrong; there's supposed to be a man to save them, but the voice is pitched too high and telling them to do something that will barely help.

They scream again as the dull practice sword flashes, a slow and painful death attending them. The boy is determined, in their mind's eye; if their eyes weren't closed they would be able to see a murderous glint. The typewriter, the grotesque, and the retreating bird are wholly forgotten in the midst of their panic.