“No,” Raven replied, “No they don't. A mythology only survives
when all its' participants believe in it's truth.”
I didn't understand what they were talking about. I was about to
ask, but one look at Raven's face made me think twice. A deep frown
had settled over his brow, as if he were suddenly lost in thought.
“A Fallacy, yes,” he muttered, scratching at his chin. “But a
Dangerous Misconception? Never heard of such a thing. Something's
wrong there, very wrong...”
Fiona had her eyes very firmly on Strauss, while her hands were
occupied with fussing the cats. Strauss himself, or themselves,
whichever it should be, stood still in the corner. Despite that,
there was something about their demeanour that made me feel
uncomfortable. He, or they, gave off an air of anxiety or
nervousness. Which, now I come to think about it, was only to be
expected really, what with the way Fiona was staring at them.
“Do you think we'll have to wait long?” I asked.
Nobody replied. For a second or two I actually wondered if anybody
had heard me.
“That's a hard question to answer,” it was Oak who finally spoke,
“The Council perceives time differently to your kind.”
