Day 3

Molly continues to expand my education. She is a wonderful, generous girl. It is certain that I want instruction, as was shown devastatingly this afternoon. I am afraid that I did not comport myself well with my cousins, especially insofar as their attention was drawn to me. My tactic thus far had been to make myself as noticeable as possible so that I would be dismissed as irrelevant. It was a beautiful ploy, and I do not doubt that it would have succeeded had these surface dwellers the brains to be clever. As it was, two of them immediately seized upon the notion that I was related, so far that they claimed to know that I had walked the Pattern! They came dangerously close to guessing my heritage to the point of naming Mother as a certainty. I tried my best to dissuade them, but really, if Mother hadn't wanted to be caught, she oughtn't have sent them the bait with which to fetch her. It is true that the third was dull, and the fourth was quietly amused, but the fifth! Ah, Lyss (for that IS how to spell it; I asked around). A gentle creature of wit and beauty and dark, dark hair. Long, dark hair. Tomorrow eve I shall dine with thee, fair lady, but for the nonce I am otherwise engaged. My thoughts, I fear, rest deeply, far beneath my spirits. Ah, the life of a wanton.

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