“Silence!” the wind roared, so loud, so certain, it made my ears
hurt.
A tense hush descended over the room. From the look on my husband
and son's faces, they were both as bewildered by events as I. We
were all trying to follow events as they unfolded, but in all honesty
none of us had a clue what was going on.
“Bird!” the wind commanded. In response, Raven snapped to
attention, but remained silent. “Can you explain this...female
creature's outburst?”
“I believe I can,” Raven replied confidently, “It would seem
that more than one of the Lords of the Weave are represented here.”
Fiona had returned to her seat by now, where she just sat and stared
at the three midgets. “I thought you were on our side,” she
said, addressing them directly.
The midgets hung their heads, a mixture of embarrassment and shame
evident on those three little faces. I think they were about to
reply when the wind roared once more.
“Enough,” it said, “We will listen to all arguments, starting
with this three-fold man.”
