"Say it again." Corrander commands.

Nettle tries not to roll her eyes. This is about the 10th time Corrander has made her repeat the phrase he wants her to say to his mother Ellowyndriel when she enters Ellowyndriel's dream.
"Rwyf i'r wyres ohoni Gwendolyn."

"Good. Again." Corrander prompts.

This time Nettle does exhale in frustration. "Rwyf i'r wyres ohoni Gwendolyn."

"I think you're forgetting what happened the last time you entered Mother's dreams." Corrander says almost as a question. The one and only time Nettle entered Ellowyndriel's dream, Ellowyndriel saw her amulet around Nettle's neck she'd almost killed Nettle with her treasure-sword that petrifies its victims because she'd assumed Nettle had stolen the amulet from Gwendolyn. Corrander has been coaching Nettle in a phrase to say quickly that should stop Ellowyndriel from attacking her: "Rwyf i'r wyres ohoni Gwendolyn" means "I am Gwendolyn's granddaughter."

"Of course I'm not forgetting THAT! That's why you had to twist my arm to get me to do this again!" Nettle exclaims. "It's just that we're short on time, and I've got the phrase down. TRUST me."

Corrander takes a deep breath and nods. "All right. Let's do this."

Nettle nods and lays back on she and Alec's bed. She's wearing the ivy bracelet that Veil gave her that will allow her to enter anyone's dreams, and she's holding the amulet because that's what steered her right to Ellowyndriel's dream the last time. She's got it in her hand this time instead of around her neck.

Corrander sits down in a chair beside the bed-- Ian in his arms. Last time when everything went badly, it was Ian's touch alone that was able to un-petrify Nettle.

Nettle closes her eyes and goes into a meditative state as she clutches the amulet and feels the first tinglings of the bracelet as it starts to do its magick.

In Arcadia...

Mrs. Galloway stands beside the large, ornate bed, hands clasped tightly together at her waist as she gazes down with worry at the motionless form of her mistress. The Countess Ellowyndriel Moonglow sleeps deeply, only her head visible above the rich covers. Mrs. Galloway has just finished brushing out Ellowyndriel's long, white hair and plaiting it in a braid. She's bathed and dressed and cared for the Countess since this coma-like state happened-- still holding out faith that one day Corrander will return with his sister and the lost Fae and wake Ellowyndriel from the dreams she now calls home. She's only grateful that the dreams are pleasant enough that they're sustaining Ellowyndriel's life. Most Sidhe that have decided to fade away simply disappear.

The county holds its breath-- waiting for a miracle. If Ellowyndriel does fade away, Castle Moonglow will fade away with it, and no one knows what will happen next. The Moonglows have ruled since before anyone can remember, and under their rule everyone has lived in happiness and prosperity. Other lands have not been so lucky. Who would rule them after the Moonglows are gone? Would an Unseelie Sidhe take their place? Or a selfish Sidhe prone to excess? No one is eager to find out.

Dreaming...Dreaming...

Ellowyndriel laughs, trying to catch her breath as she spins around and around the ballroom in her husband's arms. Her eyes shine as blue as an afternoon sky. Loviander laughs a deep, rich laugh, tightening his grip on her as they spin until finally the song comes to its conclusion and Loviander spins her out with one arm, and then brings her back in tightly to his chest and kisses her. The ballroom erupts in applause-- everyone's cheeks pink with exercise and excitement from the lively waltz-- and then a slow song begins.

Loviander bows to Ellowyndriel and asks her for the next dance, and she beams at him and curtsies. He takes her back into his arms and the two resume dancing. Ellowyndriel looks around the ballroom and sees Corrander and Gwendolyn talking and looking like they're enjoying themselves. She catches their eyes, and they nod approvingly to her and Loviander with big smiles on their faces.

Nettle enters the ballroom tentatively, looking around her with wide eyes. Last time she did this Ellowyndriel had been by herself out in a field! Nettle glances down at what she's wearing-- tight, purple velvet hip-hugger pants and a black tube-top with bare feet-- and looks back at the crowd. Everyone's dressed in their formal best. Nettle closes her eyes and concentrates, and then opens her eyes and looks down again. Her clothes have shifted into a blood-red off-the-shoulder silk gown. On second thought, better pick a more innocent color! She changes the color to cream.

She instantly picks out Ellowyndriel on the dancefloor, and she knows the man she's dancing with is Loviander because of the skilful paintings Corrander had done of his family. She takes a moment to study Loviander. Corrander had often told her that she reminded him of his father because both were tall and very thin with the same shade of pale blond hair, and both were strong magicians, and both were very self-conscious of their physiques and tended to be misunderstood.
Nettle feels a little emotional as she sees her great-great grandfather. He feels so familiar to her! She knows that he is family just by the sight of him! She wishes she could run up to him and say, "Hi! I'm your great-great granddaughter Nettle, and there's so much I want to talk to you about!" but she knows this is just a dream. It won't really be him.
However, it really IS Ellowyndriel out there, and so she needs to keep her mind on her mission. She starts walking forward-- unsure of what she's going to do-- when she's stopped in her tracks again. There before her are Corrander and-- it must be-- Gwendolyn. She almost hadn't recognized Corrander! He's dressed in pale blues! Back in the waking world all she's ever seen Corrander in is black! And he's almost beaming with happiness! VERY odd!
Her eyes shift over to Gwendolyn, and she bites her lip to keep them from trembling. Here is the woman she's directly descended from...the woman whose fate consumes Corrander's every waking thought...the woman who passed the amulet down to her.
Gwendolyn turns when someone near Nettle calls her name, and Nettle's jaw drops a little. Gwendolyn has Nettle's green eyes! Or rather Nettle has Gwendolyn's eyes!

The dream-Corrander sees Nettle staring at Gwendolyn in astonishment and excuses himself to walk over to her. He bows low and gracefully over one leg, and then takes Nettle's hand and kisses it.
"My lady, I do not believe I have seen you here before! Do I know you?" he asks charmingly.

Nettle stammers for a second, and then has an absurd urge to laugh-- which she quickly represses!
"Yes, I believe we have met before, but it was years ago." she answers smoothly.

Corrander gasps at her in astonishment. "Impossible! I would never have forgotten someone so entirely captivating as you are! Our meeting would have been forever imprinted on my memory...on my dreams..." he gushes. "Please, my lady-- would you give me this dance? Perhaps if I held you against my body the memory would come rushing back to me?" he smiles toothily.

�OH GOD!' Nettle groans at the very cheesiness of Corrander's approach, and then she panics when she realizes that this Corrander doesn't know that she's his NIECE!

"Come with me, enchanting one..." Corrander says, taking her hand and trying to drag her towards the dancefloor as Nettle digs her feet in. He notices that she's resisting, and his smile becomes wolfish.
"Ah a fighter, are we? Good! I like a woman with a little spirit!" he grins. He faces her and closes his hands tightly on her wrists, pulling her into him and tightening his grip even more, his face inches from hers. He studies her face, mistaking the look of shock and horror for something else. "Are you afraid?" he whispers. "Does your fear excite you? Because it excites ME."
Corrander starts pushing so she's walking backwards, and then she feels her back hit against a wall. He raises her arms above her head and holds her wrists against the wall tightly.
"You like it, don't you." he whispers harshly. "You like it when someone forces you you to do things against your will...orders you to serve them, and if you don't...you face...punishment." His lip curls up when he says it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Nettle shrieks, closing her eyes. Suddenly Corrander is gone...the castle is gone...she's back in the field of cellophane flowers where she first found Ellowyndriel. Legs weak, she slumps down to her knees and breathes heavily. She'd been desperately trying to get Alec to talk that way to her for years! It was her biggest fantasy! Why, now, was her fantasy fulfilled, only to have it be her UNCLE saying the words?? She supposes the whole domination-thing runs in the family, except with Corrander he's the one who dominates. Thank the GODS she remembered that with this bracelet she has the power to change and control other people's dreams!!
She kneels there in frustration for a moment, her long, pale hair concealing her face.

"YOU again!" a powerful female voice shouts across the field.

Nettle's head darts up and she jumps to her feet when she sees Ellowyndriel-- in full faery armor again-- striding towards her, eyes burning dark red.

"Shit, shit, shit!! What was it again?? What was it?? Oh DAMN you, Corrander!! You're the one who wanted me to remember it, and then YOU'RE the one who distracts me so I forget it!" Nettle hisses to herself. She wills herself to calm down and concentrate...calm down and concentrate...remember what's at stake, and what happened last time...
Nettle steadies herself and faces Ellowyndriel like a matador standing before a charging bull.
"Rwyf i'r wyres ohoni Gwendolyn!" she shouts back.

Ellowyndriel's eyebrows go up and she practically stops in her tracks. "Pa beth? Pwy wyt ti?"

"Umm...ahem...rwyf i'r wyres ohoni Gwendolyn." Nettle repeats-- having NO idea what Ellowyndriel just asked!

"Pa fodd?" Ellowyndriel asks in a voice suddenly shaking with emotion.

Nettle eeps. She's kicking herself in this moment for not paying attention to Corrander when he was teaching the twins to speak Welsh!
"I...don't speak Welsh..." she says in embarrassment. "Corrander told me what to say. Corrander is living with us! He found us after he went through the gates of Arcadia into the human world."

Ellowyndriel walks slowly up to Nettle, studying her closely. "He found Gwendolyn?" she breathes, eyes shifting to a rich purple. She looks intently into Nettle's eyes, and then suddenly reaches forward and cups Nettle's face in her hands. Nettle watches Ellowyndriel's eyes change from purple to green, and a slow smile breaks out on Ellowyndriel's face-- her eyes shining.
"He DID find her!! My children are all right!" she breathes in obvious relief. "Tell me what has happened!"

"I..." Nettle feels her heart fall. No way does she want to be the one to tell Ellowyndriel that Gwendolyn is dead. She remembers what Corrander told her about how she needs to omit anything that would make Ellowyndriel sad or depressed and just tell her things that would make her want to cling to life again...make her motivated and give her a mission again. Nettle makes her own judgment-call not to mention Edmund right now.
She tells Ellowyndriel that Gwendolyn had great difficulty gathering the people to her because of a Red Cap who poisoned many of the Faes' hearts against Gwendolyn and the power of the amulet and declared war against them. Gwendolyn ended up marrying a mage and having a son, and the centuries passed and that's how Nettle got here! And Nettle has a son who is a Fae!
She tells Ellowyndriel about how the King of Concordia recently pledged his support for Gwendolyn's side, and so the two armies have been growing in strength and numbers. She warns Ellowyndriel that the Red Cap's army has joined in league with someone Ellowyndriel knows: Menthu. And Katerina. She warns Ellowyndriel that Menthu has been trying to kidnap Nettle's son with the amulet so he can use them to open the gates to Arcadia and invade, and so they are all hiding in a protected place.
She says they are going to attempt an attack on Katerina and Menthu and try to destroy them, but if their plans fail Menthu will probably be able to steal Nettle's son and the amulet, so Nettle wants Ellowyndriel to prepare her army in case Menthu wins.

Ellowyndriel has listens raptly to every word Nettle says-- her eyes flipping from color to color during Nettle's tale until finally they settle at a deep, burning orange.
"Menthu Lilitusa! That spoiled child! So he cannot even forget the smallest slight, can he! One little perceived insult and he forgets the alliance we had forged and wants to destroy me and take what's mine, does he? Hahahaha...I don't think so." she smirks, her eyes set in determination. "And Katerina...I would have thought that she could have talked him out of this foolish idea of attacking me. She was always the more reasonable one. I did as she asked and left Carthage. She should have reminded Menthu of this."

Nettle raises her eyebrows. "Katerina? She's probably the crazier of the two now!" she exclaims. "If she ever had reason before, it's definitely gone now."

"Power-hungry." Ellowyndriel murmurs, thinking. "Centuries of being Menthu's voice have gone to her head, then. A shame..."

"And speaking of her, we need to know how she fights, and what powers she has, and what weaknesses she might have. I have a sword that can kill her, but only if it delivers a killing-blow, so we need to know where on her body to strike, and what powers she might use to stop us. Corrander says that you know someone like her...another mummy?" Nettle asks.

Ellowyndriel's eyes soften and she smiles. "Corrander WOULD mention �my mummy,' wouldn't he?" she says with a little laugh. "He was always trying to convince me to-- well, that's probably not appropriate talk right now!"

Nettle grins. "I saw you kiss him-- the last time I was here." She boldly reveals.

Ellowyndriel's face flushes and her eyes turn pink. "I, uh..."

"It's OK. Corrander told me about how you and Loviander had...some rocky years for a while. I understand." Nettle assures her.

"Amon and I are the best of friends. I admit that I met him during a particularly lonely time for me, and he IS a very attractive and charming man, so I did...develop feelings for him that are probably not appropriate for a married woman. But I swear to you that nothing inappropriate passed between us. He is deeply in love with his wife, and will reunite with her when his service to Isis is at an end, and I honor their marriage-- and mine." Ellowyndriel explains. "But it is wonderful to have such a good friend as he is..."
Ellowyndriel clears her throat. "I am rather embarrassed to say that I honestly do not know how his powers work-- other than I know he can make powerful amulets, and he can shape the sand into golems who can fight for him." Ellowyndriel pauses.
"Amon may be the only one who could fight Katerina..." she says, thinking. "There are so few mummies in the world, and I know Amon would want to be notified immediately about Katerina's activities. And since you and I are both planning for every eventuality, if you WERE to fail against Menthu and Katerina there is no one more qualified to go after them than he. Plus he knows them both...has fought with them both..."

Ellowyndriel paces a little. "I do not know if I can contact him from Arcadia...it has never worked before...but this is dire need...I must find a way..." She turns back to Nettle. "Tell them that I will do everything in my power to try to reach Amon. Tell them that even if I fail in that regard, Menthu will not take Arcadia without a fight! I will rally our army and we will be ready for him!" she cries, eyes like orange fire.
She turns to go, and then pauses and turns back to Nettle. She reaches out and cups Nettle's face in her hand, her eyes softening. "You are very brave to return a second time after I gave you such a regrettable greeting the first time. I am glad that you were not seriously hurt! I understand why you had my amulet now, and I am very ashamed that I attacked you. Thank you, Nettle. Your visit has given me back something I lost a long time ago: hope. And determination! I must go prepare my army! Please-- tell Corrander and Gwendolyn how proud I am of them, and how much I love and miss them! Tell them, gods willing, I will see them soon in Arcadia!"

"If we succeed against Menthu it may be a few years before we are able to open the gates!" Nettle quickly adds. "Like, maybe 15 years or so...but by then we should have a large enough army to get past the Red Cap and his army."

Ellowyndriel nods. "I understand. Do not move before you are ready. If this is to be the last attempt to bring my people back, it must succeed. Good luck, my...great-granddaughter. Pob lwc...daliwch ati! That is to say, good luck, and never give up!"
Ellowyndriel salutes Nettle, pauses, and then turns and disappears as she walks away.

Nettle lets out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding, and then wills herself to wake up.

Back in Castle Moonglow...

Ellowyndriel suddenly sits up in bed, eyes flying open and still glowing that fiery orange shade.

Mrs. Galloway gasps and then lets out a tiny exclamation, hand holding her heart. "Countess! Oh gods my heart!" she breathes. "What has happened? Are you well, m'dear?"

Ellowyndriel turns to the loyal Boggin and nods. "All is well now, Mrs. Galloway. All is well now."

A short while later Ellowyndriel bursts from her chambers, robe held around her body, and begins calling out orders to the guards. After the guards recover from their shock, they immediately snap to attention and listen intently to her orders, and then hurry from their posts.
A few moments later a tall troll and two Sidhe warriors hurry up to Ellowyndriel and she talks to them in a lowered voice. When she's done, the three salute her and quickly leave. Ellowyndriel finds herself alone in the great hallway.

She thinks for a moment, and then turns and hurries down the hall to another set of double doors. She stands there for a moment, and then takes a deep breath and pushes them open, finding herself in her husband's private chambers.
Rarely has she ever been in these rooms. Whenever she and Loviander had...physical relations, it had always been in her own chambers. Loviander had always been very private about his studies and discoveries, and Ellowyndriel had given him his privacy. Now, however, she is desperately hoping that she can glean something helpful from what he has left behind.

The room is done all in muted shades of blue-- his favorite color. Ellowyndriel takes a moment to pause and look around her at the place where Loviander spent so much of his time. His presence is so strong here...she seems to feel his blue eyes upon her as she stands there, but the feeling is one of gentle affection. "Help me, Loviander..." she whispers, not quite sure where to start. She makes her way back to his study and gazes around her at all the tomes he'd filled with his knowledge during his centuries of life.
She closes her eyes and holds her right hand to her forehead, and holds her left arm up and points straight ahead. She stands like that for a moment, and then slowly turns to her left and starts walking forward. She weaves around the furniture as surely as if her eyes had been open, and then her left hand rests on one of the tomes on a shelf behind Loviander's great desk. She pulls it out, set it on the table, and then holds her hand over it. Slowly the book opens, and then the pages start turning-- faster and faster until at last the book falls open to one particular page.

Ellowyndriel opens her eyes and looks down. She sees Loviander's distinctive handwriting on the pages, and then she bends forward and squints. A single hair has been affixed to the page. A long, white hair. She reads the script on the page. It is a cantrip...one that Loviander discovered, himself. He has titled it "For Finding a Loved One Who is Outside of Arcadia." And it appears that all you need is one single hair from their heads and you can perform the cantrip and instantly know where they are, and communicate with them! The further away they are the harder it is to maintain the contact, but other than that it should be foolproof.
"Loviander, you are a genius!" she murmurs to herself, and then realization hits her. It is...one of her own hairs affixed to the page. Ellowyndriel's mouth falls open a little and her heart beats quickly. He'd created the cantrip so he'd have a way to check on her when she was far from home! No wonder he never looked worried when she came back after a long trip! It wasn't because he was
Ellowyndriel sits down heavily in Loviander's chair and holds her head in her hands. So much time...so much wasted time...if only they'd just communicated with each other! So many misunderstandings...so much unnecessary resentment...

Ellowyndriel sighs and runs her finger over her dead husband's writing, as if caressing his skin. Suddenly her finger stops moving and her head lifts up-- eyes wide and shining yellow. "A single hair from their head!" she exclaims. She fumbles with the front of her nightgown and lifts out an amulet that looks very similar to the one Nettle wears, except that this one has one black hair coiled up within the stone. A single black hair that belongs to a certain mummy named Amon.
Ellowyndriel lets out a little cry of triumph and smiles, bending over the page and reading everything her husband had written about performing the cantrip. Once she has it set in her mind, she clutches the amulet in her hand and begins the incantation and gestures exactly as Loviander had written.

In th Dark Kingdom of Sand...

The great glow of the sun makes all that he sees a deep gold and orange to Amon. He watches a small ball of silver pulse and radiate dimmer and dimmer as the moments pass. It is his Ka, his energy as it restores his body to form. It will take months to finish, but he has time. He is not needed anymore. He sighs, it has all been a cruel joke-- the murderer of his wife long gone, no destiny fulfilled. He will wander...wait...a voice...a gasp...who is here? he thinks as he rises from his chair and looks about the spartan room.

Back in her husband's study Ellowyndriel is beaming with excitement. It worked!! She can see him plain as day! And he heard her! Concentrate...concentrate harder.
"Amon! It is Ellowyndriel!" she calls, willing her voice to come through stronger. She knows he won't be able to see her-- and for that she's grateful, considering how she just jumped up out of bed after who knows HOW long and probably looks frightful-- but she can see and hear him, and she can make him hear her! And praise the bright lady he is awake!
Then she remembers the matching amulet he has with a piece of her own hair in it. "Get the amulet!" she calls, and then remembers that it's designed to let him hear AND see her. Sigh.

Amon looks about his room and grabs the amulet. He looks within and sees Ellowyndriel sitting at a desk looking like she just got out of bed. "You look awful, I haven't heard from you in ages. Is there something wrong?"

Ellowyndriel groans and claps a hand to her forehead, and then laughs the first genuine laugh she's laughed in centuries.
"I can always count on you to be honest, Amon. As much as a polite little lie would be nice once in a while!" she shakes her head.
"I shall get right to the point, and then if the cantrip holds we can catch up on old times." Ellowyndriel reminds Amon of the story she'd told him of how she and Loviander had had that run-in with Menthu in Carthage where Menthu had dissolved their alliance after a small argument broke out between Menthu and Loviander. Then she tells Amon everything that Nettle had told her-- that Ellowyndriel's children and great-grandchilden are hiding together in a mage-realm in Salt Lake City, preparing to face Menthu and Katerina, and how if they are defeated Menthu will almost certainly be free to capture Nettle's fae-son and the amulet and force their way into Arcadia where they will destroy everything. She tells how of how Katerina has changed over the centuries...how she now abuses her powers and considers herself akin to a goddess.

"I knew this was coming from him sooner or later." Amon muses. "I'll look into it. I'm still in the deadlands but it should only be a few months before I get out." he says. "He won't move just yet. He's a fool but not an impatient fool." he says.

Ellowyndriel nods. "Perfect! And Nettle says that if they're successful against Menthu and Katerina that they will take as much time as they need to build up their army and bring as many people to them as they can, and then they'll finally make the push to open the gates. In either case my army will be ready-- ready to strike against Menthu and his people if the worst happens, and ready to strike against the Red Cap and his army if they give my children any trouble!" she says, jaw set in determination.
"And in either case your presence will be greatly appreciated by me. Your wisdom and power will be invaluable to us all." she adds, knowing that she's just stoking Amon's already healthy ego, but doing it, anyway!

Amon realizes she is just trying to stroke his ego and he raises an eyebrow at her. "Invaluable you say," he says. "I will do it," he says after pausing for a few moments. "I will make my way to them when I get out and aid them as best I can." he says. "Let us hope he does not reach Arcadia."

"Thank you, Amon!" she says in obvious relief. "And you know...were he to make it into Arcadia, he would be ever so surprised, I think, and a bit taken aback when he sees how fierce and bloodthirsty we can be! Hundreds of years of peacetime sounds like paradise, and it is...but it leaves our warriors-- including myself-- to feel a bit...pent-up and not useful. I believe my forces will probably secretly hope that there is an enemy left for them to sink their teeth into when the gates finally open!" she grins savagely.

"I would rather he not enter, Elle. Let us be frank, thousands would die. Now if there's anything else. I must concentrate to try and speed this process up a bit." Amon says watching the energy flow through the orb.

Ellowyndriel looks at Amon with lowered eyebrows. She HATES when he rushes to break off contact! Even if it's to do the thing she asked him to do! They only get to talk every...well...sometimes just once a century...lately longer than that.
"It will be my last battle, Amon." she says in a quiet, somber tone. "I will see my children through the gates and back here where they belong, and then I will leave them the castle and county to run...they refuse to marry, well then they shall be count and countess side-by-side. Well...I suppose technically Gwendolyn DID marry, but she married a mortal and he is long gone. But I digress. I will celebrate with them...I will hold them to me and tell them how much I love them...but...I cannot live without the love of a man. I will just have to brave the unknown and go wherever the Sidhe go when they die and hope that it is the same place Loviander went..." she sighs.
"It will lift my spirits to know that when the gates open I will get to see you one last time, as well, my oldest friend."

Amon looks back at the amulet. "You plan to fade away?" he says. "I..." he clears his throat. "Of course. I didn't mean to be rude, Elle." he says. He sits down again. "Your husband is dead? When did this occur?"

Ellowyndriel looks down at her lap. "About 3 or 4 centuries ago, if my memory serves me correctly. There was so much chaos...the gates had just closed, and he would not let me go through when I had the chance, so I couldn't tell you what was about to happen. I figured someone would tell you once you had returned to your body. So many fae were angry that the gates had to be shut before their family and friends had the chance to return...someone assassinated Loviander...a knife in the back..." she says softly.

Amon nods sadly. "I understand your need to be with him." he says. "If only it were that easy for me," he says wistfully. A surge in the energy sphere gets his attention. "Something is occurring. There's been a surge," he says. "I must go, Elle. I must find out what is happening. Someone is trying to bring me back to my body before I am ready."

Ellowyndriel raises her eyebrows in concern, and then shakes her head. "All is in chaos back on earth. Take care of yourself, Amon. Be careful. I send you good luck-- as well as I can from here..." she says, making a couple of intricate gestures with her fingers, and then raising her hand to him in farewell. "F�rwel. I go to prepare my army."

Amon nods to her through the amulet. "You as well, Elle. Good luck and I'll see you at the gate." he smiles before her image fades. "Do try to do something with your hair before that will you?" he says and the amulet winks out.

Ellowyndriel shrieks indignantly and lets fly some of the more creative Welsh curses she knows! She sits there pouting a moment, and then throws back her head and laughs.
"Oh Amon...I am so glad some people never change! As much as I want to wring your neck at times!" she murmurs at the amulet. Then she hangs the amulet around her neck again and rises from Loviander's desk-- careful to replace the tome back on the bookshelf-- and hurries from his chambers. Time to see to her army, and her county. Oh, and then, perhaps, her appearance!

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