She's about to ask more when all thought is drowned out by a fanfare.
“Alas, no time,” says the man, “You'll have to do as you are.”
He grabs her arm, half leading, half dragging her to a drawn curtain.
“When the curtain goes back you go first,” he says to Fiona, “Then you two,” to the cats, “And finally you” to Strauss.
There is another fanfare, longer than the first. The crooked man slips away with surprising agility.
The curtain rises theatrically while an authoritative voice booms “We welcome a Wake Walker to the Court of Doors.”
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