The twins look up in unison, but it's just one of the clerks -- the pink peacock recognises him from the library and her face relaxes into a cautious, relieved smile. The blue peacock does not recognise him and peers anxiously into his eyes. They do not seem to have whatever it is he's afraid of finding -- and he can't quite remember what it is he's afraid of -- so he imitates his twin and smiles in greeting, but the expression is a trifle tense.

The pink peacock gets up, glances around and crosses over to the clerk. Her coat-tails and tail flap in the wind.

"Evening. 'S not good, but I appreciate the sentiment."

The blue peacock follows her, and inclines his head in greeting.

"I'm sorry you've wandered here," he says. "It's ... it's not safe. Someone's ... someone's coming. It's the night of the hunt."