The twelve
women are released from their cages and dutifully fall into line.
Raven then proceeds to walk behind them, inspecting as he goes.
“Nope,”
he declares as he passes the first, “Too tall.”
By the
second it's “Too short,” and the third, a plump farm girl is “Too
much.” The fourth gets a “Maybe,” while five and six are
dismissed without comment or explanation. Seven is judged “Better.”
Eight, nine and ten just elicit shrugs, but eleven draws a sigh,
“Now we're in business,” he says.
“What do
you mean,” Fiona asks, almost outraged, “She's nothing like me.”
“Stand
back to back with her,” Raven commands. When Fiona complies, he
looks at Robert. “Well?” he demands.
Seeing the
look on his wife's face, Robert is reluctant to comment. “He's
right,” he tells her after further prompting, “She's the closest
match.”
