Mary Lennox is clutching a book, today, as she enters the bar; she makes her way over to the counter, climbs up onto a seat, and sits down to flip through it, a faint scowl of a frown on her face
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"It is a question of protection," Mary explains, a little loftily.
"I was told that there were some trees that helped as a protection against the Dark; and I want to have one grow by the door of the greenhouse - but," she adds, with a world-weary sigh, "if it takes so very long to grow, I do not know if it will be of any use."
"The knitting?" Mary asks, frowning - no one ever explained to her the role that Blodwen's knitting played in the whole thing; possibly because she hasn't talked to anyone who knew.
A little stiffly: "I am all right.
I did not see you there - but I was not paying very much attention," she adds, reluctantly.
Raven leans over her shoulder to better see the page she's looking at.
"They are often coarse in their speech, I think. It is the weather."
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"I am not angry at the plants," she says - patiently, for Mary. "If they say rude things, I cannot hear them."
Possibly it is different, for birds. Mary is willing to accept this.
"I am only thinking that they are going to take a very long time to grow."
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"Slow is sometimes best, I think. This way they are strong."
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"And I do not know if they are as much help, when they are small. He did not say."
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Raven frowns, slightly.
"It is a question of healing? Or windbreaks?"
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"I was told that there were some trees that helped as a protection against the Dark; and I want to have one grow by the door of the greenhouse - but," she adds, with a world-weary sigh, "if it takes so very long to grow, I do not know if it will be of any use."
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"The Dark thrives so where you are from? It is unfortunate, that."
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"I want to keep it out of where I am from - I do not want it to reach there ever."
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"It is a wise decision, that. I confess I am not so fond of it at the moment, either."
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"Do you know very much about it?" Mary asks, after a moment, a little carefully.
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"I know about the knitting, I think. It was a tricky thing, that."
Fire flickers in his eyes for a moment, then fades.
"And I was there for the end. You are well, I hope?"
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A little stiffly: "I am all right.
I did not see you there - but I was not paying very much attention," she adds, reluctantly.
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"You did not see it? It was fluffy and white. Also sparkly."
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"I do not know what was important about it - other than that it belonged to her."
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"The knitting, perhaps, was the trap-spell."
He shudders faintly.
"It is not a pleasant thing."
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"It was the knitting?
I did not know -"
She stops, contemplating this idea unhappily.
Finally, reluctantly: "She did not make me touch the knitting, or anything. She only left it out."
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