"No," she says, as a cruel smile spreads across her features -- twisting almost like a snarl.

"Another idea it is entirely, that I have -- and you will help me with it, I do believe."

The White Rider cups one hand around the glass globe, as bloodstained smoke begins to boil wildly within it, and says sweetly,

"So fond it is that you are of the pretty bird -- your family, you have even called him. Family let it be, in truth."

She throws her other hand out, pointing at Ace with all five fingers spread, and the sudden flash of pink radiance is almost fire-bright.