* It was now 1:45 a.m. *
* Calimiel fingered the smooth golden pendant, pressing cold furls of chain into the warm palm of her hand. Cocking her head to one side, she tossed her newly-acquired raven tresses back out of her face over one shoulder. True, the raven tresses were gritty and tangled from dire imprisonment with the need to hide underneath those who had died in the same cell. The desperate attempt to escape detection had failed, of course. She rather missed her natural dark copper hair tending towards auburn. Still it was long full hair, Calimiel's hair now. *
* Calimiel glanced at the avenging sword poised in the hand of the eerie father-statue, then cast down her eyes to Alearindu's sword. *
Andreth, as we are kin, mae govannen, descended of Adela and Haleth ... But alas, that you are come hither! May you be able to depart more freely than I. * Calimiel released Hinura's wrist and curtsied, stiff and teetering. *
* Calimiel straightened, looking overlong at Aislan because she too was unsteady on her feet, then gazed at Alearindu. * Hail Hinura, Alearindu, Aislan. You come here as a beggar, as does Andreth, seeking my help. I can cure your horse, if I can reach the animal in time. But give you the Castle? I might be killed for it ... by Father, or the door-warden, or one of the men-at-arms. And even if I live, where would I be taken? Not to any place of light, I fear. But I will help your Whinny, Aislan, if I may ride this horse around the grounds.
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"Run fast. Get Gandalf. He will know what to do."
* Daerohil loved to run, loved going fast, loved playing hide-and-seek. So off he scurried, the stable lad. Smiling, that he'd found Calimiel so quick. Now he'd find Gandalf, whoever he was. And then it would be Daerohil's turn to hide again. Hide deep under the hay, so the Orcs couldn't find him. *
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