“Very well,” says
the Author, “Why does the Forest allow the Nomads to persist in
their delusions?”
“I'm sorry,”
replies Raven, distracted by the circling cats who, in their ladylike
form, are almost rubbing against him. “I don't understand what you
mean. What delusions?”
“Come now Corvus,
don't be coy, that would negate our deal. Why does the Forest allow
them to believe they are of the Warp? I mean 'Shadow Vatican',
really? That's a throw-away idea for a wet Tuesday.”
“Can you two stop
that?” Raven snaps at the cats, startling them.
“Hurry up...”
replies the dark haired lady.
“...not much time,”
her companion finishes.
“Not our turf,”
Raven says to the Author, waving at the market around them. “It's
nothing to do with the Forest, as long as it stays here. It's only
when it threatens the Warp that the Forest stirs to action.”
“That sounds
convenient. But it's not entirely true, is it? King Rat never
touched the Warp and you still dealt with him.”
