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Nothing's going to happen, Bradley said. Old Deirdre Gavel to her stuffed squirrel. Don't be such a worry wart. Bradley Cooper didn't say a word. The clock had already struck seven, but tonight she had the funniest feeling as though he didn't want her to go, which was nonsense. He was just a stuffed squirrel, after all. Youngsters, she tutted always making a fast well, if it will make you feel better. She stroked his furry head, then took three twigs from the mantelpiece and slip them into the pocket of her patchwork coat. She had gathered them a few weeks before, digging in the leaf litter beneath the branches of an ancient beech tree. Something rustled outside, her heart lurched and her fingers tightened around the twigs. But it was only a bird taking flight from the shadowy bushes outside the living room, Deirdre screwed up her wrinkled face and stuck her tongue out at the mirror. That made her feel better. Nothing bad ever happened in Brookwood on tandem. What should we do? Your greatness, said Keker. Just give us an order. Frog Magog stared off into the swirling mist while he considered the question, I want you to find this in China, he said. You say you caught the Outworld, as in Plankton Plaza. That's right, your greatness in the lowest ward of the mid Twist district. And did many people see them speak to them? Quite a few, according to the reports, said Frogman Dog's mouth drew down into a sneer of distaste. In that case, I want you to take 10 squads of watch frogs and arrest everyone in the area. Keker blinked in surprise. Well, what exactly do you mean by everyone? Your greatness, everyone! Frog! Magog shouted. Empty every building, clear every street. Arrest the whole ward. If you have two Enas bound to be somewhere among them. And the lies told by the Outworld is in their book are an infection that may already be spreading. We need to stop it before it contaminates the whole city. But that means hundreds of arrests. Your greatness and the dungeons are already over full. In the beginning was the light, and the light was perfect, but there was nothing but the light and nothing for the light to know itself by. And so it created darkness, and the lights circled the darkness and the darkness circled the light and they kissed. And so the devil was born and the devil was lonely and had no one to play with. So he created his playthings, matter, stuff and the world. No, this this world is the devil's world. This world with all its things. Its trees, its rivers, stones, its lizards, its flight, its flowers. It snakes its moon and sun and stars its flesh. It's bone. Olive was 11 years old, not very tall, with hair in pigtails and little wire glasses, which often slipped down her nose. She was clever and kind and extremely shy, and her best friend was a 400 year old oak tree. A tree, you say. How strange. But think about it. When you are so shy, you dare not even look at anyone in case they want to talk to you or worse, I want you to talk to them. The tree is a very sensible choice for a friend. Broad and comfortable olives. Oak stood alone in a meadow on the hillside opposite the house. She spent most of her spare time in its company, reading or drawing or simply lying on a branch, watching things Olive, who rarely spoke to anyone, told the oak tree everything. When she was sad, it soothed her with its rocking. When she was happy, it's leaves rustled with a sound like laughter. Sometimes she hugged it. Her family didn't understand. Here comes Olive back from talking to her tree, her bossy sister Rosa, would say as Olive trudged up the lawn with twigs sticking out of her hair. I do worry our olive is going to turn into a tree, her mother, Lady Josephine, told visitors. Well, Sir Sidney, her father, shook his head. Even Nana was concerned. I like trees too, dear, she told Olive. But you should have human friends.