“Why all the rush all
of a sudden?” Robert asks.
“No rush,” the
Angel giggles nervously, “There's simply no time like the present.”
“Well I'm feeling
rushed,” Robert replies, “Like we're being shoved out the door.”
“It's Doors, isn't
it?” Raven asks. “He knows we're here, doesn't he?”
The Angel giggles
again. “I'm sure I don't know what you mean.”
“His Lordship has
amassed one of his armies,” Tom confesses, shimmering with hues of
blue. “He'll lay siege to the Peacock Court.”
The Angel stares
daggers at the cloud. “As his Lordship tends to draw his armies
from natural disasters,” he hisses, “Earthquakes, tsunamis,
erupting volcanoes, et cetera. That's a siege I for one am keen to
avoid. I'm not sure the tapestries could take the strain.”
“So it would be
better for all,” the Author interrupts, “If you just weren't
here.”
