Robert has
to look twice to make sure, but it's definitely there, a cottage
straight out of a child's book of fairy tales. Its roof is thatched,
smoke curling from a little chimney, even roses growing over the
doorway. He squints once or twice to be sure while the cottage
remains in front of him.
“How did I
miss that?” he asks himself, then “Nothing in the Weave is as
it seems.” And again he's surprised to have a new memory of
Oak. He shakes his head once more as if trying to dislodge any other
new memories, then sets his sights on the cottage once more.
“Well,”
he says, “At least I've found a place to start.”
