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She shook her head, "I'm sorry, child. I can <strong>of</strong>fer ye <strong>not</strong>hing, it seems."<br />

"Not true. You can <strong>of</strong>fer me your wis<strong>do</strong>m, as always."<br />

"Go on n' ask, then."<br />

"Have you ever heard <strong>of</strong> someone named 'Ravel,' Meb<strong>be</strong>th?"<br />

"Pah!" Meb<strong>be</strong>th hissed and made a semi-circle over her heart. "What<br />

no-sense-<strong>not</strong>hing ye goin' on about! Sayin' such a name in me presence!"<br />

She wagged her finger at me. "Evil, evil, sayin' such a thing brings evil <strong>to</strong><br />

one's <strong>do</strong>or."<br />

"What <strong>do</strong> you know about her?"<br />

"Ravel? Pah! Myths and scaredy-tales <strong>to</strong>ld ta childrens." Her voice dropped,<br />

as if warning me. "Listen, child: NO Ravel was there, <strong>not</strong> at ALL... and iffen<br />

there was, ye got no needin' <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> rattlin' that Cage."<br />

"I need <strong>to</strong> know all you can tell me about her, Meb<strong>be</strong>th. It's important."<br />

Meb<strong>be</strong>th frowned... she didn't seem <strong>to</strong> want <strong>to</strong> meet my gaze. "<strong>Bad</strong> things...<br />

bad things in a name..." She looked back at me. "In Ravel's queer hagheart,<br />

many shades <strong>of</strong> evil and badness, all a-crossin' and a-twistin' like snakes. No<br />

more need <strong>be</strong> said, let <strong>be</strong>, let <strong>be</strong>!"<br />

"Do you know where she is, Meb<strong>be</strong>th? I have <strong>to</strong> find her."<br />

"Where <strong>do</strong>es one find a fairy's tale?! Meb<strong>be</strong>th <strong>do</strong>esn't know!" She hissed.<br />

"And iffen I did know the knowin', would I tell ye? Nay, ye'd try and dig her<br />

up, and I can't have that on me mind, I can't..." She seemed heartbroken.<br />

"But, child... if ye need <strong>to</strong> know, if yer dead certain that it's near <strong>to</strong> eatin' ye<br />

up inside, then... aye, then, I'll tell ye."<br />

"Please... I have <strong>to</strong> find her, Meb<strong>be</strong>th."<br />

"Ravel..." Meb<strong>be</strong>th sighed. "Ravel, cruel Ravel, lies in the Lady's keepin', she<br />

<strong>do</strong>es, in a prison, a maze... it's said she was put there so long ago, so very<br />

long ago... but findin' it? Meb<strong>be</strong>th knows <strong>not</strong> the way." She sighed. "Ask in<br />

the Clerk's Ward, mayhap. One <strong>of</strong> the gray<strong>be</strong>ards there may have the dark<br />

<strong>of</strong> it..."<br />

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