“Adversities?”
Fiona exclaims, “What adversities?”
“He
means Doors,” Raven spits.
“Indeed,”
says the Angel, “His agents are already at my door, demanding you
be surrendered into his custody.”
“Doors?”
Fiona asks, “Who is he?”
“The
Lord of Doors,” the Angel replies. “He is the first of the
Fears, the eldest Lord of the Weave.”
“He's
got a peculiar name,” she says absent mindedly.
“He
hasn't really moved with the times.” Fiona can't see who is
speaking, but she doesn't recognize the voice. “But that's by the
by. We really don't want to antagonise him, not right now.”
“Why?”
Robert asks, “What's so special about now?”
“The
ancient adversary has returned to the Weave,” the Angel tells him,
looking at Raven. “I've heard he's so riled that he actually spoke
for himself.”
