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Everyone here is good and kind and understanding, and even though we don't talk much, I feel more comfortable than I ever did at home. Sometimes I miss Gwen and Arianwen, but really, I don't miss school. It would be perfect if I didn't worry so about Warren, whom I know is in trouble but not what kind. And the old man. He's unwell, and it's nothing I can help. Life is like water, and no matter how much water you put in a bowl, if the bowl is broken it won't stay in. He could live a little longer if he didn't try so hard to see, to do; but if he didn't, he wouldn't really be living.
Mindred tells me stories. I'm not sure what I am meant to learn from them, but I feel I am learning something. Everyone here is so upset. I am upset too; when we are together I am upset, and yet when I am alone in the forest I am not. I feel sure that Estrid will be all right, though neither of us knows why, and I have come to love the old man, but he is dying anyway. I miss Claire as well; but now, I think she is at peace.
I wish I could help, but I really have no idea how to. I feel...happy. As though I am about to get a present I've been waiting for, for ages. As though it were Christmas. But it isn't Christmas. It's the Devil's Night come early, and there are reapers on the hunt. I've heard it said that people can go to a good death joyfully, but this is war.
I'm confused, so confused. But even that doesn't upset me. There are ravens everywhere, and of course they gather on battlefields, but it feels like they're having a party, and everyone's welcome. Especially the one who isn't; there's a special dish we're preparing for him.
They say the king is hiding from us. But I wonder if he hasn't merely gone to find his festival clothes. |