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"You can call me David," he informed the woman finally. He was thinking more along the lines with Nero for a change; that this was no coincidence that such a ruckus had happened in the Hall of Prophecies. "Hang on, though," David put up one finger imperiously, "who exactly repaired the orbs? The prophecies?" If he had his glasses, he would have taken them off, given them a polish, and then incredulously put them on again. "I thought that was supposed to be impossible to do."
"Jane Howard," Jane responded to the younger man's introduction. Yes, I thought it was impossible to repair a broken orb, too, but Mr. Flamsteed repaired one before he left. One of the Unspeakables there told me that if it wasn't too badly damaged--if the contents hadn't leaked out, I believe she meant--that they could be repaired."[/b] Jane reflected a moment on her conversation in the Hall of Prophecy.
"I don't know--Mr. Flamsteed seemed to repair that orb with ease, no more trouble than it would take you to repair a broken teacup. I...well, but Divination and Prophecy are not within my fields of expertise, I'm afraid." Nor my interest, she thought, though apparently someone had thought what was in those orbs to be worth smashing. Because Jane was convinced there was a someone, not a something, behind this.