A shape loomed. “Excuse me, please.” “I think you have the wrong room,” I said, annoyed by the interruption. “This bed is occupied.” I had never really liked cold nights before, but now I delighted in them, for they brought MareAnn innocently close for warmth. A third person in the bed would have been too much warmth, however. “You are the one who went to the oracle today?” It was a girl; I could tell by the dulcet voice. My irritation, surprisingly, began to fade. Perhaps more warmth would be satisfactory. Still, I kept my voice reasonably sharp. “Yes. But right now we prefer not to converse with others.” “And they told you something about demons?” Mare Ann tuned in to the proceedings. “Who are you?” “I am Dana. I may be able to help you interpret that Answer.” Suddenly both of us were interested.
