They went into the castle stronghold. It was dark and damp, but there was no evidence there to suggest that the queen had died. He felt the need to do something fitting. But Leslie was not here to tell him what it was. The anger which had possessed him yesterday flared up again. Leslie. I’m just a dumb dodo, and you know it! What am I supposed to do? The coldness inside of him had moved upward into his throat constricting it.
