I'd like ta help, if I can. "When I walked the earth, I was a god of justice," she says. "But what I know comes from dreams, and it can be dangerous, simply giving out that knowledge. What you will remember on waking, what you learn from the dream, is not always what is intended..." and I nod.

"Waterkey talked about scryin' like that," I say. "Not exactly the same, I mean. But the misreadin' and fogging up after." I stop fer a second ta think. "Er. Ma'am, d'you mean ta say..." an' I stop, 'cause I think she says pretty much 'xactly what she means ta say, here. "D'you know who did that ta Derek Granger? Mean, I understand if you decide you can't tell me, but even knowing someone knows'd help."

"How is it you are dreaming, Mr Hollow?" she says after a moment. "I didn't know that golem could."

"I'm afraid I ain't sure, ma'am. I did it once before, but I was kinda extinguished, then. Always meant ta try." Things just keep needing doing, and I don't need to sleep, wasn't even sure I ever could. Never thought ta ask Waterkey. "I just sat down a minute in the Abbey, and then-- I guess someone opened the door for me, but that mighta bin part of the dream too."