Spring 89: scritch scritch

Dearest Zann,

My vision of myself in Lady Lightcandle’s scullery was the last thing that happened before I became delirious.

After that, I only remember despair. I knew enough to know that there was nothing I could do to save myself, and that terrible things were happening elsewhere. For some reason I kept imagining Jhusdhe’s face. She was as disapproving as ever, but not afraid or alarmed about anything. I asked her for help but she ignored it.

And I heard the scritching of the rats getting louder.

Love,

Ybel