* Celumëomaryu gazed longingly into the library as she passed it, then hesitated on the threshold of the master bedroom, half-in, half-out. At least the Butler was nowhere in sight. Not knowing quite what she wanted to say yet, Celumëomaryu could still back out ... But no, Maladil had sensed her presence and turned from the dark reverie brought on by staring at the shards of Adela's statue of white marble laying where they fell That Night. *
Ai, Celumëomaryu. New woes beset us, but our household shall continue to meet them honorably, in spite of the Valar's cruelty. Calimiel and Anna must bury those travellers who here met an unjust, negelectful end. I will free them from the cube for the purpose of burying the outsiders, though to leave Calimiel and Anna trapped where they stand would be a fate more fitting. Yet honor demands otherwise. But when these two delinquents of my household have finished their grim task, they shall be locked back behind bars until they more properly learn the limits of confining mortality. You hold the keys, I'm told. Come with me, then.
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