“Not
in the.....?” I could hear Oak's voice, almost apoplectic with an
odd mixture of confusion and frustration. Although my sight was
beginning to clear, I still couldn't see him properly, but I could
imagine his hard, round face getting redder and redder. “If we're
not in the Warp,” he continued, “And this isn't the Weave. Tell
me now, where the blazes are we?”
“I
don't know,” Raven replied simply, “Somewhere new!”
“We're
not in Kansas any more,” I chuckled to myself, but I kept my voice
down. There was far too much tension in the room for stupid little
jokes.
“Somewhere
new?” Oak spat, “What do you mean, 'somewhere new'? There
is no 'new'. What have you done, you stupid old bird?”
In
reply, Raven just shrugged his shoulders.
On
the far side of the room, the three midgets had gathered together,
patting each other down, each checking the other two to make sure
they were okay and intact.
“If
we might be so bold,” they said in unison, the voice of Strauss
deep and resonant with the weight of some authority, “We think we
may be able to help answer your questions.”
