i didn’t really fall. i just, you know, sauntered vaguely downwards. i need a favour.
we already have the agreement, crowley. stay out of each other’s way. lend a hand when needed . . .
this is something else. for if it all goes pear-shaped.
i like pears.
you speak every language in the world, we both do.
yes.
so what's with the french?
oh, i learned that, pfft... the hard way. i went to monsieur rossignol's night classes in 1760.
they want me to influence a boy called nero. i thought i’d get him interested in music. improve him.
couldn’t hurt. so, what else are you up to while you’re in rome?
perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality because, while they were eating, for the first time ever, a nightingale actually did sing in berkeley square. nobody heard it over the noise of the traffic, but it was there, right enough.
why?
this is first-century palestine. travel opportunities are limited. that’s got to hurt. what was it he said that got everyone so upset again?
be kind to each other.
yeah. that’ll do it.
we’ve only got eleven years. then it’s all over. we have to work together
no.
it’s the end of the world we’re talking about. not some little temptation i’ve asked you to cover for me while you’re in edinburgh for the festival. you can’t say no.
no.