"I don't care," said Constable Moore, not entirely convincingly. 
"There's a reason why I don't live up there." He pointed upward, vaguely in 
the direction of the New Atlantis Clave. "Just trying to trace the root system 
of some infernal vine back to its source. I'm afraid it might be kudzu." The 
Constable narrowed his eyes as he spoke this word, and Nell, not knowing what 
kudzu was, supposed that if kudzu were something that could be attacked with a 
sword, burned, throttled, bludgeoned, or blown up, it would not stand a chance 
for long in Constable Moore's garden—once, that is, he got round to 
it.