Keltham is looking out the window of his bedroom.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking potentially bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much like - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a somewhat stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

Keltham is looking out the window of his bedroom.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking potentially bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a somewhat stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

Keltham is looking out the window of his bedroom.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking potentially bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a fairly stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

Keltham is looking out the window of his bedroom.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a fairly stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

When Keltham reaches his bedroom, he glances in a direction and the crosses to stare out the window, exposed to its small courtyard and therefore ultimately the outdoors.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a fairly stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

When Keltham reaches his bedroom, he glances in a direction and then crosses to stare out the window, exposed to its palace courtyard and therefore ultimately the outdoors.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual, after Carissa is told to enter.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a fairly stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."

When Keltham reaches his bedroom, he glances in a direction and stops moving, then crosses to stare out the window, exposed to its palace courtyard and therefore ultimately the outdoors.

It's raining really hard.  The winds have picked up too.  The roses on the rosebush outside are looking bedraggled, there are rose petals being windily whirled about in the water puddled in the ground.

"How much of this does it take to destroy significant fractions of the food supply?" Keltham says, his voice quieter than usual.  "Is only this much maybe - the sort of rain you get at least once a year anyways?  This is a fairly stormy day for the city I grew up in, but we had those days now and then..."

"If the crops are already gone, just tell me, don't temporize."