On discovering the corpse of wolf-Aganzir, the remaining Elves rejoiced, none more than Sally.
"Agan should have learned not to impersonate me," she said. "Why would she think she could get away with it?"
The Elves gasped collectively. "You mean you're..?"
"I am," Sally nodded, "and I'm incredibly impatient. Shasta, would you like to be barbecued or slow roasted?"
"Now just a moment, Lady Galadriel," said Shasta, turning pale, "perhaps you *thought* your Mirror showed me turning into one of these terrible creatures, but appearances can be deceiving. The fact is, I'm Nimrodel. I just happen to... er... to wear furry grey pajamas- that's probably what confused you."
But no-one believed him. However none of them felt in the mood for a werewolf-barbecue. Instead, Sally- or, rather, Galadriel, produced a coil of silken grey
hithlain rope. "As we Elves always say, never travel far without a rope! It may be a help in many needs."
The Elves made the rope fast to a branch near the
flet on which they had gathered, while Coppermirror struck up a ballad in honour of the occasion. Shasta fought with all the fury of the wolf he was accused of being, but he was powerless against their greater numbers. For all his struggles, his head was soon forced into a noose, and he was marched to the edge and given a sharp push into space.
Neck broken, Shasta's body swayed like a pendulum, back and forth. The only sound was the faint creaking of the branch from which he hung.
Just as the Elves were beginning to suspect they had been deceived yet again, grey fur began to grow from Shasta's skin. Other changes followed. Within moments, instead of a dead Elf, the corpse of a hanged werewolf swung before them.
~~~~~~
The Living
Sally
Lottie
Farael
Rikae
Coppermirror
Kitanna
The Dead
Nerwen, throat torn out Night One. (Mod).
Tar-Jêx, thrown off a flet Day One. (Ranger/Lover).
Boro, dragged under by a swan-submarine Night Two. (Ordo).
McCaber, choked on lembas Day Two. (Ordo).
Aganzir, shot with bow-and-arrow Night Three. (Werewolf).
Shasta, hanged with Elven rope Day Three. (Werewolf).
It is now Night Four.