Yeah. He can believe that, actually, all too well.
"I don't suppose that man had a name, did he?" Childermass has to ask, purely out of curiosity. It no longer matters, of course, but it wouldn't hurt him to know. Though if he'll ever get an answer to that is up in the air, because Strange goes on to mention Lascelles and it takes some effort to not go over there immediately to look. What Strange will see from the corner of his eye is how just mentioning that damn name gets a brief flicker of irritation, because, man, that guy...
Though it might surprise Strange that he's well aware that, if he's using that spell, he isn't at all shocked he's spying on Norrell and his nasty little Londoner friends. That he could get through Faerie to do so is impressive, though, so, after trying to decide if looking into the past might be detrimental somehow or not, he gives up and gives in to curiosity.
Childermass leaves the table's side, idly pocketing his other hand as if to even things out for the time being. Oh, he'll cross over to where Strange is looming over the puddle, just as planned. He's going to be kicking himself later for trusting any of this, but for now, here he is, trying to peer over Strange's shoulder.
"I could make a few guesses, but none of them would be very kind--" Wait. Something's wrong here, nothing but reflections in the little pool of water. His brow furrows, he frowns. "Where are you seeing them?"
no subject
Yeah. He can believe that, actually, all too well.
"I don't suppose that man had a name, did he?" Childermass has to ask, purely out of curiosity. It no longer matters, of course, but it wouldn't hurt him to know. Though if he'll ever get an answer to that is up in the air, because Strange goes on to mention Lascelles and it takes some effort to not go over there immediately to look. What Strange will see from the corner of his eye is how just mentioning that damn name gets a brief flicker of irritation, because, man, that guy...
Though it might surprise Strange that he's well aware that, if he's using that spell, he isn't at all shocked he's spying on Norrell and his nasty little Londoner friends. That he could get through Faerie to do so is impressive, though, so, after trying to decide if looking into the past might be detrimental somehow or not, he gives up and gives in to curiosity.
Childermass leaves the table's side, idly pocketing his other hand as if to even things out for the time being. Oh, he'll cross over to where Strange is looming over the puddle, just as planned. He's going to be kicking himself later for trusting any of this, but for now, here he is, trying to peer over Strange's shoulder.
"I could make a few guesses, but none of them would be very kind--" Wait. Something's wrong here, nothing but reflections in the little pool of water. His brow furrows, he frowns. "Where are you seeing them?"