Suzanna escorted her through to the studio, and cleared a seat for her amid the chaos. She didn't want to sit, however, but wandered around the room, eventually ending up at the frost-scoured windows, peering out of them while Suzanna rinsed the clay from her hands.

'Are you being followed?' Suzanna asked her.

'I don't know,' came the reply. 'Maybe.'

'Do you want some coffee?'

'I'd prefer something stronger. What have you got?'

'Just brandy.'

'Just brandy will do.'

She sat. Suzanna located the bottle she kept for her occasional one-woman parties, and put an ample measure in a cup. Apolline drained it, filled it a second time, then said:

'Have you had the dreams?'

'What dreams?'

'We've all been having them,' Apolline said.

The way she looked - face sallow despite the cold, eyes ringed with darkness - Suzanna wondered that she'd had any sleep at all of late.

Terrible dreamsI the widow went on, 'like the end of the world.'

'Who's been having them?'

'Who hasn't?' said Apolline. 'Everyone, the same thing. The same appalling thing.'

She'd drained her cup a second time, and now took the bottle from the bench for a further shot.

'Something bad's going to happen. We can all feel it. That's why I've come.'

Suzanna watched her while she poured herself more brandy, her mind posing two quite separate questions. First: were these nightmares simply the inevitable result of the horrors the Seerkind had endured, or something more? And - if the latter - why hadn't she had them too?

Apolline interrupted these thoughts, her words slightly slurred by her intake of alcohol.

'People are saying it's the Scourge. That it's coming for us again, after all this time. Apparently this is the way it first made its presence known before. In dreams.'

'And you think they're right?'

Apolline winced as she swallowed another throatful of brandy.

'Whatever it is, we have to protect ourselves.'

'Are you suggesting some kind of ... offensive?'

Apolline shrugged. 'Don't know,' she said. 'Maybe. Most of them are so damn passive. It sickens me, how they lie back and take whatever comes their way. Worse than whores.'

She stopped, and sighed heavily. Then said:

'Some of the younger ones have got it into their heads that maybe we can raise the Old Science.'

To what purpose?'

To finish off the Scourge, of course!' she snapped, 'before it finishes us.'

'How do you estimate our chances?'

'A little better than zero' Apolline grunted. 'Jesus, I don't know! At least we're wise to it this time. That's something. Some of us are going back to the places where there was some power, to see if we can dredge up anything useful.'

'After all these years?'

'Who's counting?' she said. 'Raptures don't age.'

'So what are we looking for?'

'Signs. Prophecies. God knows.'

She put down her cup, and traipsed back to the window, rubbing at the frost with the ball of her gloved hand to clear a spy-hole. She peered out, then made a ruminative grunt before once more turning her narrowed eyes on Suzanna.

'You know what I think?' she announced.

'What?'

'I think you're keeping something from us.'

Suzanna said nothing, which won a second grunt from Apolline.

'I thought so,' she said. 'You think we're our own worst enemies, eh? Not to be trusted with secrets?' Her gaze was black and bright. 'You may be right,' she said. 'We fell for Shadwell's performance, didn't we? At least some of us did.'

'You didn't?'