“I'm done down here,” Rose said. “Shall we move on to the kitchen?”
I followed her up the stairs into the kitchen, where she began tutting and poking once more.
“This compass,” I said, “How does it work?”
“What?” She was annoyed that I was asking, but she stopped for a moment. “Do you know what a geiger counter is?”
I nodded.
“The energy of the Weave, the imagination, is like radiation vibrating. The compass picks up on those vibrations, shows me where they are strongest.”
As she finished speaking, Robert walked in.
