“There you go again,”
I said in exasperation, “Another one of your none answers shrouded
in a mystery. What kind of radical ideas could cause the need to
destroy a city full of people.”
“It would be
difficult ,” Oak replied, “For a modern man, such as yourself, to
understand the motivations and superstitions of a roman citizen. The
people of Pompeii had set themselves on a course of action that would
have destroyed the delicate balance between the Warp and Weft for a
generation or more.”
“That's still not an
answer,” I was insisting, when Mary stood up and walked to the
window. When she pulled back the curtains we saw a dozen police
cars, lighting up the street in blue and yellow. A bus had pulled up
at the end, officers escorting our neighbours onto it.
There was a loud
attention grabbing knock from the front door. “Police,” we heard
an officer shout, “Open up!”
