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Oh, for fuck’s sake. All the gates are down up north. Piccard and Ayyar and Hill are up there and there’s no contacting them. I don’t know what I’m going to do about that. I don’t even know what’s going on, up there. I took a draught of red lotus but all I could see was black feathers. Everywhere. Angels and ravens from both the veridical and the antiveridical. Everything’s coming up ravens. Ravens and roses. Rose crosses, wild roses, rosy valleys.

What I do know is that I’ve got to do something about Jezebel and Gwenllian. I’ve had my eye on Jezebel ever since she threw a fit about the bullet holes I shot into my wall. Bainbridge put her here to keep an eye on me. But now Bainbridge is gone and I need the goods on him. I suspect Malaspina has the goods on him, and Jez keeps sending Ayyar over there to annoy him so that he won’t give me the goods. Because he thinks I am anti-Dracaena, when in fact I just don’t trust Ned Kyteler, because I know how much he doesn’t know. Jezebel is so amusing. She thinks I trust her with everything when in fact I just keep her close by. I don’t trust anyone, not since my husband died. Even my brother has his own thoughts to think.

Delany was in bed with Charteris, Surya found out as much; there’s more, I’m sure, but we’ll have to drag it up by the roots. Miss Hill at least was not a part of it. I think he even loved her, as much as Delany loved anyone.

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How distressing. I suppose it's only fair. I've encroached on Ned's territory, now he's encroaching on mine. That is rather what all of this is about, after all... But how terribly ironic that I've found the father and he's found the sons. Assuming Artemisia does what she's intended to.

I should really speak to Oswald. It doesn't seem that anyone manages to stay within their boundaries these days.