“My
apologies,” Raven replies, “but I'm afraid not.”
“Except...”
Old Nan pauses.
“Except?”
Raven prompts.
“You're
not bein' entirely honest with Old Nan, are you little birdie?”
“I assure
you, I've told you everything I know of the powers in the Weave.”
“But
you've other news Old Nan wants to hear.” Her arm snaps forward,
grabbing his wrist. “What of the Warp? What news there?”
“I'm
sure...” Raven starts, but Nan cuts him short.
“There's
no foolin' old Nan, little birdie, I smells it on you. Old Nan
smells the dirt and the leaves. Old Nan knows what you are.”
