Chapter 11: In Which Hoyle Looks for Friendship Elsewhere“I guess the easiest thing is to just systematically start looking,” said Sybil. “The terrain is a little rough for a line search, but we can each take small patches.”
“One thing,” said Ada. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to be looking for. A stick, yeah? The bush is full of sticks.”
“This one is carved. And straight. And the wood is reddish. All the sticks lying around here are grey and crooked. It shouldn’t be a problem.” She raised one eyebrow.
“And what happens when we find it?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
“If you want the willing consent of the masses,” Ada said sententiously, “you have to make sure we’re well informed by trustworthy sources.” Oliver beamed.
“Cut the crap, Ada. And you,” she turned to Oliver, “can stop
