“So then,” Fiona continued, once more addressing the room, “As
I was saying, the Peacock Angel knows there are dangers in the Weave,
dangers that spill out into the Warp. The last century proves that.”
She paused again, distracted.
I found myself wondering what it was she could hear, what words were
being whispered in her ear.
“No, no,” she said quietly in reply to her unseen
conversationalist, “We can discuss that later. Any mention of
renegade nightmares right now will just confuse things.”
“What did you just say?” I asked without thinking, “Renegade
what?”
Fiona looked frustrated, took a deep breath ready to reply.
“Not now mum,” Robert said before she could utter a word, “We'll
explain everything later.”
“The Angel believes now is the time for a new approach to these
problems,” Fiona said loudly, almost as if she was rushing to get
the words out. “He believes the Forest should cooperate with those
in the Weave who are ….sympathetic to its' aims. For the first
time, this place makes that possible.”
