"No, pretty bird," Blodwen says, and the light musical voice is very soft indeed-- and very certain.

"I understand very well indeed, and it is you who does not see it."

He is very close now; only a few feet away at the most. Her hands tighten on the wire as the White Rider tells Raven,

"Freedom you cannot have, without power."

And in the next instant, she slings the silver cage and its occupant aside as she calls down the storm.