Chapter 18The raven c****d its head on one side as it examined first Marna, then Farnor. It craned forward as if to examine Farnor particularly thoroughly. Shimmering rainbow colours scattered and rippled across its shining plumage as it moved. Then it tapped its wooden leg on the stone coping and turned its attention to the Goraidin.
‘Dear boys, dear girls, how nice to see you all again,’ it said in a deep and cultured voice. ‘And such a surprise. I was just in the area... visiting a friend... when I noticed this small army riding determinedly over the bridge. Invaders, I thought, as one would. Doubtless intending to bombard us with Eirthlundyn ribbons and laces. So I thought I’d better pop down and shoo you all away. And here you all are. Delightful. And quite timely, too.’
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