'Who is this, who speaks now?' she whispered to Bird, perched on her shoulder, near her ear. 'It is Kuda! Never believes anything anyone says! Good luck with this one.'
'Kuda! Well met, my friend. You ask a crucial question.' The hobbit looked at her smugly, then a doubt began to creep into him as to how she might know his name. She smiled softly at him. 'I wonder though if you will believe the how of it?' Pio told the hobbits, in detail, how she meant to move the ships and the 'when' to which she intended to move them. A sceptical look came into Kuda's face again and he made as if to speak. She cut him off, saying, 'I have done such before. What I have told you, will be.'
Gamba stood then, never taking his eyes from the Elf, and spoke to the assembly. 'This is Piosenniel. Returned beyond hope from the West to aid us. We owe her some measure of trust and our gratitude.' He turned toward Kuda. 'Put your doubt aside, and let us aid her, as she aids us.
Pio smiled at this defense, and winked at the young hobbit, who sat back down, a flush creeping onto his cheeks. 'Who is this one?' she asked Bird.' 'Gamba.' She smiled at him again.
'Gamba, I thank you for your words! But there are some doubts that must come out and be dealt with openly.' She looked around the circle again. 'You must all have cleared your doubts by the time of the rescue. There will be no time for them then.'
[ October 13, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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