Finally, she pulled a note from her glove and handed it over.
"This is his... birthday." Her voice was so low it was barely audible: "He said it himself last night. I asked him if he was born in winter, and he hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I followed up, asking about his childhood, and he mentioned offhandedly that he was born in Bradford, York when he was a child. I noted all of this down."
Valeriy took the note, squinting to glance at it, then as if she had seen something unbelievable.
The witch was stunned for a moment, then immediately started rummaging through the astrology book at hand, muttering: "Born on January 15, 1810, at two in the morning in Bradford, York... Calculating according to Bradford's latitude and longitude, the sun should be in Capricorn, the moon in Scorpio, the ascendant is Sagittarius... Oh dear... this, this..."
Fiona was startled by Valeriy's reaction: "Is there something ominous about his fate?"
