"I never knew my mother or father," said Knife. "I was hoping to find them here."

"Never you mind, we'll find 'em." An old white-bearded man with only one eye took hold of Knife by the arm and led him further into the area.

"Watch out for them dark clouds," he said. "Those are likely to be soggy."

"Hey, how come you all know we're related but you don't know my foks?"

"Oh, we know. We know. We just have to look for them, that's all."