“None
of your clever answers,” Mary said, waving her blade at Oak's face,
“A simple yes or no will do.” She nodded towards the stairs.
“Is that the Forest?”
By
this point, I have to say, I'd started to feel rather uncomfortable.
Mary's behaviour had gone far beyond being merely irrational, it was
all I could do to stop myself thinking that she was somehow
possessed. I shuffled from one foot to the other, trying to decide
what to do next.
“Is
that the Forest?” she demanded once more, almost screaming in Oak's
face, her knife still dangerously close to his face. His eyes had
become filled with fear as he struggled to reply
“Mary!”
I barked as commandingly as I could, desperate to get her attention.
She
looked at me then, and I was shocked to realise I didn't recognise
her at all. Nevertheless, I pointed to her hand, still clasped over
Oak's mouth.
“At
least give the chap a chance to respond,” I said.
