All a part of the Raven King's spell, perhaps, so Childermass won't scoff at the idea. He also won't suggest such an idea. Neither Strange or Norrell would be able to accept it, he imagines, that their actions were somehow not entirely their own. If it were himself — and at this point, it has been, at least once — he might be similarly annoyed, but only if it was anyone besides John Uskglass. That's the man he has always truly been in the service of, even if he never deigns to meet him. Knowing he can still be summoned... He's still out there...

Childermass won't let his mind wander down that path, though, and Pythia agrees, taking a nip at his ear to keep him on track. He cringes at it, even if it didn't really hurt all that much.

"What?" He complains quietly at the daemon, though she only gives him a beady look and a huff, feathers puffing. Of all the things for a crow to be jealous of, of course it would be a raven. Anyway, he turns back with a shake of his head and a sigh, because he doesn't have good news for Strange's question.

"Ah, that, that I do not know. There isn't a soul left alive who can read the King's Letters."