The noise was ridiculous, savage and harsh, seemingly ripping through
the whole house. For a second I thought the place was going to be
swept away by one huge gust before I realised that I couldn't feel
even the tiniest breeze. That confused me a little, more than it
should have done really. I looked to the others, trying to ascertain
their reactions, only to find them all staring at the table.
Following their eyes I looked too, gasping with surprise at what I
saw. There on the table, a tiny whirwind, no more than a few inches
tall, danced in circles around Raven's well of earth.
“Well I never,” I said, feeling a bit impish, “That's something
you don't see every day.”
“Edward!” Mary protested.
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence, “I was just saying.”
“We think you'll find,” the voice of Strauss came from beneath
that hood, “That there are more marvels to be witnessed yet.”
As he finished speaking, Strauss pointed at the table. There, in the
well of earth, surrounding the burning candle, tiny waves had begun
to ripple through the water.
