He paused. “I think Cloudie’s very young, for her kind, like a small child, and I think Madog’s got her.”
“How’s he holding her, Mag?” he asked.
*Frustration.*
“That’s too hard for her to explain with this limited method. We’re going to have to break the question into pieces.”
Rhys stood. “Let’s take a moment to eat and discuss this. Maybe we can come up with some theories to test against her.”
“Mag, we’re going to pause and talk about it,” George said.
*Agreement.*
They filled plates from the food the servants had brought in and took them back to their seats, pulling up small tables as necessary to hold them.
Rhodri and Eluned pulled chairs over to Mag while they ate. Eluned said, “I’d like to try a method for you to talk to more of us, if you don’t mind. Can you make a rapping so
