Dearest Najara, how happy I am to see you revitalized into speech. Well
done. I thought that I had caught the odor of stale goat cheese. I
should have known you were about, my dear! Your words, as misplaced and
wrongly intentioned as they are, have struck a cord in my heart. It
twangs and twangs and sings a melody just for you, my sweet succubus of
Light (By the way, congratulations on wedded bliss. I had booked a bet
that said it wouldn't last five days).

Protection isn't something anyone has the authority to assert. And if
you had been present last month (oh, were 'sick' in bed? a bit tied up?
i wondered if you recovered from that incident with the wicked ram's
horn. those things really aren't meant to be internalized), you would
have observed the Revolutioanries present not assering their authority,
but beseeching Skye to permit them to aid Apollonia.

Now, had my back not been turned, my gaze in a trance, my fingertips
locked on Apollonia's lovely mark of the Twin, maybe I could have done
something to prevent Manu. Similarly, the other Revolutionaries were
infusing me with their energies so that I could complete our mission, to
free her muddled mind from its puddle of bewilderment. Likely I would
have died. However, I would have tried. Which is more than I can say for
those who "shining" examples who stood around and let it happen. Yes, we
too failed in our protection or so it seems. Though the last time I saw
the old girl her Mark was still present. Thank Lord Babel for that. May
it serve as a ward and do her some good at least.

Finally, I do want to mention once more that when your citizens
continously prove my points for me it does make make this all rather
easy. Okay, I'm off. Go back to bed. Try some of that zangy perfume they
sell in Delos next time you're out. And have a shining life in the Jewel
of the East. May the cloud cover not spoil your turnip patches.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Ero, in the year 418 AF.