“And so they did,”
the Author replies. “They sent him a dream, on the eve of the
city's fall. A dream that not only told him how and when to leave
the city, but what to take with him.”
“What to take with
him?” Fiona echoes, intrigued despite herself.
“Indeed,” the
Author confirms, “Can you guess what that was?”
“How the hell should
I know?” she demands, frustration once more getting the better of
her.
“I thought you might
be able to guess,” he says, eyes twinkling mischievously. “All
the evidence is there.”
“Well you thought
wrong,” Fiona scowls, “There is no evidence that I can see.”
“And yet it sits
before us,” the Author gestures at the dome dividing the two
merchants below them. “Which brings us neatly to you.”
