Do you know, I don't think I'd ever seen my daughter-in-law look so
confident or sure of herself. In the middle of all these strange
doings, surrounded by these unreal and very sinister characters, she
was positively glowing. Don't get me wrong, I liked Mister Raven,
and I was sure he was on our side, as much as he could be anyway, but
having spent a few hours in his company it was obvious that he wasn't
one of us. As for Oak and this Strauss, well, I couldn't help but
wish they'd all bugger off and leave us alone.
“It's true,” Fiona said, talking to the whole room as if it was
full of people, “That the Weave affects the Warp, that's no
surprise to anyone. It is, after all, why the Forest exists, is it
not?”
She paused, distracted for a moment. “Just shut up and let me get
on with it will you?” she said quietly, to no one in particular,
“You're really not helping right now.”
“What Strauss has told you is true,” she continued, louder once
more, “A great deal of the damage that man has done to the
environment can be blamed on the Weave. What Strauss doesn't say, is
how much of that damage can be traced back to his master. The
Peacock Angel knows this, and believes now is the time to change it.”
