Raven pauses to look at
the midget, turns to speak to his companion, then turns back to
Curly.
“Bugger this,” he
says with sudden defiance, “Tell her to get out of there, NOW!”
He pauses. “And try to let the nomads know, if you can.”
He starts to walk
towards the house once more, but the bent man steps boldly into his
path.
“Get out of my way,”
Raven commands, “We're done with this foolishness.”
“Now, Corvus,” it
says, “This is still the Weave, you have no power here.”
“That's where you're
mistaken,” Raven spits, “The Weave is created by man, and man is
most certainly part of the Forest.”
With that he pushes
twisted figure out of his way, a look of surprise adopting its' face.
“Oh,” it begins to
say, as tiny cracks appear across its' body. “We didn't expect...”
it continues, its' words evaporating as it shatters into tiny pieces.
Raven steps over the
debris, finally reaching the house.
“Raven is at the
door,” Curly intones to the world at large.
