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people benefited from the Grand Council’s rulings. The driver was still looking at me waiting for a response.
     
    “Yes, I…yes.” I answered. He turned and was heading out the front door when he stopped again.
     
    “Oh and Miss? There should be a note from Mr. Brighton with your instructions. He is out this morning.”
     
    My heart sank a little. I was looking forward to seeing him again.
     
    “I see, thank you." He left and I walked to the desk to find my note. I found the note on the table in the parlor.
     
    My Dear Miss Cardindale,
     
    Forgive my apparent rudeness for not being here to greet you personally.
     
    Please make yourself comfortable. If you follow the stairs down
     
    the hall, you will see your room is the second on the left.
     
    It would be in your best interest to rest for tonight, we have much work to do tonight.       Fredrick
     
    I put the note down and looked around me. I guess I preferred to be left alone when making myself comfortable. I helped Naza up the stairs and found my quarters. The room was of fair size, not as big as my own room in my parents’ house, but larger than what I recently have been accustomed to.
     
    There was a large cherry dresser in one corner of the room, a bed up against one wall and a small vanity table with a looking glass and brush set. Someone had taken the time to place fresh flowers in the room. The darkest roses I had ever seen. I knew flowers were very hard to come by in St. Marhen and generally considered an extravagance for the idle rich. I touched one petal softly and inhaled it’s heady scent. I placed my three outfits in my dresser and noticed that in the corner was a large dog bed covered with a comfy looking quilt. A huge bone lay on top of it. Naza quickly sniffed it out and lay in her new spot chewing happily.
     
    Hot tears sprung into my eyes as I realized I had not been able to buy any treats for my companion.
     
    I immediately pushed my bed up against the window so that when the new moon came around I would see it at night. The bed was heavy and took nearly an hour and a lot of effort to move.
     
    Finally, I had it right up against the window. I looked around my new room. I had put my clothes away, moved my bed and made sure my suitcase was neatly tucked away. I guess I would go downstairs and explore.
     
    I was already familiar with the parlor with its small fireplace and overstuffed chairs. It was only last night I sat in here as a stranger. Now today I stand here as a resident of this house. I still could not believe I attained the job so easily.
     
    I walked into the hall where I noticed there was a coat closet before the kitchen entrance. The kitchen was small but functional. I opened the cupboards and saw that they were all empty. Not even coffee or sugar. No plates or spoons. I wondered where he took his meals. Perhaps he ate out. I didn’t believe that this small town had any restaurants, only pubs and Mr. Brighton hardly looked as though he would ever even consider eating in a pub. I shrugged to myself and went back to the parlor. There was a bookshelf I hadn’t noticed before. I picked up a harmless looking book simply titled, The Journey of Bhagda Meenish. It had a funny little man on the cover that looked like a kappa or river troll. I read for many hours until my eyes began to grow watery and my lids heavy. I set the book on my lap as I yawned.
     
    Perhaps I should go up to my room to rest, were my final thoughts before drifting off to sleep in Mr. Brighton’s chair.
     
    ***
     
    I awoke to firelight and crackling logs. I opened my eyes slowly, as if reluctant to leave my dream state. In fact, I was reluctant. I dreamt of a beautiful garden with a clear black pool. I wanted to reach my hand into that pool and feel the coolness of the water. Someone called my name, my real name, Claren , and I looked up still in my dream.
     
    A house stood majestically in the distance. Huge and stately it rose out of the