Day 2

Ah! Molly's a fine one! She has dark hair, which is nice, and she actually resisted me! This is a novelty. I begin to suspect that the manner in which these land borns cover themselves tells more of their mores than of the cold. The clothing is not only a nuisance, and unaesthetic to boot, but now I have evidence that it actually weighs on their poor brains. Or their other precious parts. Now granted, the castle has fallen, and they are dressed to the gills in attire which was drab even before it was covered with the dust of the ages, but I have never before seen so many people in such desperate need of a lay. The shocking thing is that they don't even seem to notice. Why there I was, the only one with a smile as I poured out dusty soup for the workers. You'd think that I was the only one who saw the positive side. Certainly, it was cold and dusty, and these pants and shirts, and yes even boots, bind in remarkably unpleasant ways, but still I found it all so uplifting. There I was, surrounded by beautiful people who were really putting forth some effort. One could have hoped that they'd be somewhat less lethargic in their nobility. But they're all too busy watching barbarians' jaws swell up to quite see this as the grand, unifying gesture that it is. At least this Gérard appears to be in the proper spirit, apparently taking great pleasure in his tireless labor. I am sadly ill formed for such contributions, but I like to think that I am spreading cheer and good will one young lady at a time. In less pleasant developments, Queen Vialle is, I fear, lapsing into despair as her husband and the Crown Prince remain among the missing. I would have consoled her to my best, but I was virtually crowded from her presence by the boorish press of my cousins, nor did I think it wise to justify my presence, as surely Mother would not approve. I believe that I pacified them with the espionage angle, but I would not wish to give them more opportunity to discover this false pretense. Cousin Martin has helped considerably, although he does not behave as courteously towards me as I believe he has done. Llewella's behavior is the most confusing for me. She is not angry at the position into which I've stumbled, and indeed it is under her direction that I remain above water. I do not understand her motives, but I do not suppose that it is necessary that I do so. All of which I am certain is that I need some more water quickly. I believe that my duties of friendship have left me quite parched. Where is my cousin when I need him?

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