‘Deborah?’ Theuli said, ‘is something wrong?’
With a trembling hand, Deborah put the glass down. She looked around nervously at the other glasses, at a tumbler of water. Seeing her reaction, Theuli asked her, ‘What is it? What do you see?’
‘It’s that city,’ she replied, ‘Nix, or whatever it’s called. I keep seeing it.’
Pran and Theuli exchanged a glance.
‘Deborah,’ said Pran, ‘what do you see?’
She concentrated on the small image in the glass before her. As before, the people in the image moved closer until she could see their faces. Leaning against her shoulder, Éha watched as well, interpreting the images for her, the little Pixie said, ‘It is the Elf King and many evil Goblins, and other creatures. They are arguing, and seem very angry about something.’ She stifled a yawn. ‘They have the books and are placing then in piles and burning them. Now I see Goblins travelling north and west, east and south. They are looking for something, or someone, but are falling far behind. I think we are moving towards whatever it is they’re looking for . . .’
The sudden look of surprise on the girl’s faces prompted the others to ask, ‘What is it? What do you see?’