They
hurry through twisted alleys, travelling up hill.
“Not
far now,” Strauss declares, as they round a corner to find their
path blocked by a very serious looking gate.
Strauss
knocks, bum be-bum bum bum, and a smaller door set within the frame
of the gate opens. Some words are exchanged, but they are spoken too
low and Fiona can't hear what is said.
Moments
later, the door closes. “We are afraid that the invitation is very
specific,” Strauss reports, “Ourself, and you, m'lady. The guard
will require some persuading if he is to allow the captain in.”
“That's
okay,” the captain says, “I can wait for you here.”
“It
is unlikely,” Strauss tells him with a worried expression, “That
this door will be here for much longer. We will no doubt exit
somewhere else in the Weave.”
