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more and no... know..." Ravel paused, her eyes dimming. "No more than I<br />

know the nature <strong>of</strong> ANY man. Crossed pasts have we... a man tainted with<br />

un-<strong>death</strong>, still feeling the pangs <strong>of</strong> separation, and an old withered crone,<br />

now all-imprisoned."<br />

"Crossed Pasts?"<br />

"Seems it that we are a-meeting for the first time? No, no, <strong>not</strong>, <strong>not</strong>... k<strong>not</strong>?"<br />

Ravel seemed confused for a moment, then shuddered, as if throwing <strong>of</strong>f a<br />

weight. "K<strong>not</strong> at all. An echo <strong>of</strong> a future meeting this is... or a past meeting,<br />

depending on which way time is facing."<br />

"So this... this meeting echoes a meeting in the past?"<br />

"The now and then - very... similar? So tangled the now-and-then is, both<br />

mirrored in each other... once and again, you come a-fore me with a<br />

problem, <strong>to</strong> challenge me for a solution <strong>to</strong> an IMPOSSIBILITY." Ravel hissed<br />

at me, and her eyes blazed. "Beautiful, ungrateful, <strong>be</strong>loved man!"<br />

"What was this impossibility I asked you <strong>to</strong> solve?"<br />

Ravel didn't seem <strong>to</strong> hear me - she still seemed <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> in the past, for her<br />

eyes dimmed, as if looking far away. "Such fire in your eyes, enough <strong>to</strong> stir a<br />

Gray Lady's heart... passion <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> free, but when freed, the fire in your eyes<br />

guttered out. With the separation, your life has shed all meaning, I fear."<br />

Ravel smiled with her yellowed fangs, then clicks them <strong>to</strong>gether, as if<br />

laughing. "Mayhap you should sit on your hind legs and limp your forepaws<br />

-- mayhap Ravel will give you a a<strong>not</strong>her scrap <strong>of</strong> knowing."<br />

I looked back <strong>to</strong> my companions, then <strong>to</strong> Ravel, and knelt, "If <strong>be</strong>gging will<br />

bring me answers, then I <strong>be</strong>g you, Ravel: Tell me what you know. I need your<br />

help in remem<strong>be</strong>ring what happened."<br />

"Ah... a gentled heart now?" Ravel's black-veined eyes glinted, and the<br />

corner <strong>of</strong> her mouth twisted upwards, like a snake. "Has life a-s<strong>of</strong>tened<br />

you... ah, but one can hope."<br />

"Ravel, I have many questions I wish <strong>to</strong> ask you..."<br />

"Oh, MORE questions <strong>do</strong> you have?" Ravel crooned s<strong>of</strong>tly, but there was an<br />

edge <strong>to</strong> it, as if she was reprimanding me. "Tchhh-tcchhh. But you have<br />

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