" Carmilla, dear. You are early. "
The bat did not answer him, because the bat was not the one being spoken to and the one being spoken to had decided not to waste words on Doctor. Its red eyes brightened, and from them a disc of red light unfolded into the air before Rapax — a circular mirror hung in the gloom, and across its surface a scene began to assemble.
The same scene Carmilla had watched from her chamber, days ago, through these same eyes. The scene she had carried at speed to Nyx. And Nyx, having heard it, had told her to carry it here — to Rapax, in the field — and Carmilla had chosen the surest courier her craft owned, which was the familiar that had seen the thing in the first place. So the mirror showed them what the bat had shown her.
