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| 2008-03-30 20:53 |
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She'd thought about this for some time. The time for thinking was now over.
Phèdre placed the full saddlebags over Buckbeak's back. The wind toyed with her hair--rain threatened, but the overcast sky looked like it would hold. Buckbeak fidgeted, squawking a bit as she fastened the bags in place, but settled quickly. They'd been practicing this for awhile, after all, though it had taken some convincing and lots of cupcakes to get him to accept the extra weight.
The idea had come to her on one of her many flights with Buckbeak. Each time, her companion had flown her further and further away from Margate and shown her marvelous things--tide pools, hidden coves, quiet stretches of white-sand beaches...and she had realized that, somehow, they'd flown past the point along the beach where she and Ianto were prevented from walking further and to places only Buckbeak knew.
That's when she got the idea. If Buckbeak had the ability to fly her past that point, could he not fly her anywhere? Once the idea had landed in her mind, it would not leave.
She had considered her options. Pretty much it was either stay and keep on doing what she was doing, which had ceased to be enjoyable, or take a chance and leap into the sky and see where the hippogriff would take her. Hyacinthe, upon depositing her in Margate, had not insisted she stay in Margate. It had been her intention to travel, see this dimension, explore what she could in the year she was gone. He could find her anywhere.
Anywhere.
She pulled herself up onto Buckbeak's back, settling comfortably into place. Everything was in order. She'd left a note for Ianto, asking him to please, if he would, move into her place and watch over it and the business while she was gone. Alex too of course, though the thought of him moving to the Spa made her smile. Dog would love it, she knew...and the puppies. Maybe now, Alex would have the room to keep them all. The Luggage would help with the laundry, and watch over her collection of DVD's, and Caprica could easily handle the clientele.
She just needed to leave for awhile. To see what else was out there, to understand this dimension, this world. This was what she'd wanted, when she came here. To explore, meet different peoples, come to understand different cultures, and take back home what she'd learned.
Now she finally meant to do it.
"Okay Buckbeak, are you about ready?"
The hippogriff spread his wings and squawked. She ran her hand over his warm feathery hide, then looked over her shoulder at Terre d'Ange by the Sea. She'd be back, soon enough--but for now, she would let Buckbeak take her where he wished.
"Come on then, let's go."
With a final squawk and mighty leap into the sky, Buckbeak and Phèdre left Margate and its inhabitants behind.
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| 2008-02-16 20:09 |
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Phèdre awoke the next morning, decidedly sore. A long, luxurious stretch made her muscles sizzle. She smiled, glad to see the sun shining through her windows. Yesterday had been a good day, an odd day, a strange and perplexing day. From the wonderful gift of Micio, who lay fast asleep on the pillow next to her, meeting the amusing and fascinating Iago and his mysterious companion, Cesare's unexpected and unfortunate encounter with Buckbeak, and all that followed with him (a complete surprise to her), the day had proven far from boring. And Ianto... She smiles, burying her face in the kitten's fur. Ianto was always, always a pleasure. And, one of the reasons she felt so sore this morning.
Then, of course, there was Caprica. With a sigh, she threw her covers back. The cool morning air pushed about by the ceiling fan made her bare skin prickle. She shivered, longing to wrap back up in bed but if she did, she knew her thoughts would dwell on the unusual woman who was now, apparently, going to be her employee. And more? a voice teased her. She rubbed her hands over her face, then flung her arms to the side and groaned. Just thinking about Caprica Six made her skin heat, her mouth water, her nipples harden and...
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| 2008-02-09 21:22 |
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Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.*Phèdre nó Delaunay had had quite possibly the worst week she'd ever had since her arrival at Margate and it wasn't over yet. She realized she shouldn't complain--after all, thanks to a lot of patience and a little well-directed advertising, Terre d'Ange by the Sea was flourishing well. Too well. Every slot for the next month was filled, every single one, and the only days off she had were Sundays. And Sundays then of course were filled with doing everything else she had no time for during the week, like cleaning and laundry. Even the occasional massage snuck in, like today It was only nine o'clock in the morning now, and already she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. Instead she was standing in the laundry room, folding towels, awaiting Frank Briggins. She'd never known a man could have so much hair! But, he was nice, and amusing, and happily taken by a young man half his age who always accompanied him to his appointments. Frank Briggins' back was a mess thanks to a rugby injury. Which reminded her, she needed to get the stool Charles always sat on to watch. More than once she'd suspected Charles became rather aroused by watching her tend to Harry's back. She ought, she realized, offer to slip out of the room to leave them alone for awhile. The thought made her smile. She'd have to disinfect the massage table anyway, and at least someone around here was enjoying themselves. Done with the towels at last, she sorted the neatly folded piles into the five baskets, one for each massage room in preparation for Monday morning. She really needed to do something to get some help. She could not do it all anymore, and yet she was. She needed help, and soon. She got up at five every morning, and went to bed close to midnight every night. She hardly saw anyone else in Margate anymore, unless they were flat on her table. Ianto doing the books now for her helped, but Phèdre's exhaustion was truly about to do her in. But that wasn't the only reason, she realized, that she would like to find another qualified masseuse to work with her. Despite being with people all day long, and very nice people indeed (though the percentage of chatty overweight elderly amongst her clients was much higher than she'd ever expected it to be) she was lonely. Very very alone. She felt more a stranger to Margate than she should. She brushed her hair back with a sigh, then hauled one of the baskets up, and carried it out of the laundry, through the back room to the first of the massage rooms. She'd calculated she'd need to do five massages a day to break even, six to eat, and seven to afford a cat. Of course she had her money in the bank still but now that it was possible that she could be stuck here indefinitely, she dared not touch it. She had no intention of ever being destitute. So, the hard work. Which kept her away from her friends, and from meeting the newer arrivals to Margate. She hated it. She'd hardly seen Ianto since the day in the flower and plant shop with Alex. She had to wonder what Alex had told Ianto--she'd hoped nothing. What was between her and Alex should remain there. She'd hardly seen anyone, really, and certainly not long enough to get involved in decent conversation. Four more times she fetched the towel baskets and delivered them. Almost ten now, time enough for a few moments to herself... "Phèdre? Where are you? We're here!" a voice called out, making her lurch to a stop. She groaned, closing her eyes, then with a smile plastered on her face, went out to greet Charles and Frank. * from Alone by the amazing Maya Angelou, who I was once fortunate enough to see in person. Amazing woman! No, Phenomenal Woman!
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| 2007-12-24 21:11 |
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Apologies to all... I am a loser, I know, letting real life catch me up and keep me from posting. If I am forgiven, I plan to start again tomorrow, anew.
I miss writing, and Seaside.
Hope everyone has a beautiful Christmas!
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| 2007-12-13 20:25 |
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WARNING: This post thread will contain explicit hetero sex and S/M (as seen in the Kushiel Dart books.)
( candles flickering )
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| 2007-11-28 21:59 |
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 Phèdre pulled the last of the trash bags out of the house and tossed it to the foot of the stairs. It had been a very satisfying if not challenging task to get the cottage ready for Isabel's visit. But Phèdre was well-pleased with the results. The two-room building was in better shape than she'd hoped. The evergreen plants outside almost made it seem like summer. The wooden floors were creaky but stable, and had polished up beautifully, all the windows were well-sealed, and the water ran clean. The clawfoot tub had cleaned up nicely with alot of extra scrubbing, and the kitchen sink, while stained from countless years of wear, was serviceable. She would replace it if Isabel wished. All that was needed was a new refrigerator, which would be delivered shortly, and some furniture. And of course Isabel. She could even live there, if she wished. Phèdre had brought some chairs for the front porch and now sat in one, putting her feet up on the railing to relax awhile. As she had no idea when her prospective tenant would show up--sometime after dark, apparently--she pulled out her book and started to read.
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| 2007-11-25 09:28 |
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 Phèdre had spent the better part of the morning simply enjoying herself. She'd managed to push what she and Ianto had discovered--more or less--out of her mind. After helping Charlie with the horses, and a flight on Buckbeak who fussed at her at first for ignoring him too much lately (she made the flight extra long to try and appease him) she returned to her cottage. The day loomed ahead of her, and she looked forward to it. She was finally making some more friends in Margate. Alice would be coming by to go to the cinema. She had a lot of thoughts about Alice. Phèdre knew a strong woman hid inside of her new friend, but she'd lost so much, really lost so much, Phèdre knew it would be awhile before she could find true happiness here. It made her sad. Phèdre had noticed that her garden outside was a bit scraggly. With the sun actually out for once, it seemed a good time to get to work on her garden.
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| 2007-11-20 16:34 |
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Phèdre found sleep to be elusive that night. After tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling, and fighting off her usual demons of loneliness and that persistent ache for human touch, she got up. The clock said four a.m. She wasn't sure she had slept at all, but it would have to do.
After taking a shower, pulling on her favorite black sweats and running shoes, blow-drying her hair--what incredible tools these Brits had!--and pulling her hair into a ponytail, she headed for the kitchen. After watering the plants and promising to bring them more friends soon--she really was looking forward to buying some plants from Alex Krycek--she set about making cinnamon bread for Ianto. She had some meat scraps for Dog. She just hoped Alex would let the dog come too.
Once it was done, she set two places at the kitchen table--it was cozier there than in the formal dining room--and then curled up in the living room on the couch to await Ianto's arrival. Only a single lamp lit the room and with its red shade, it did little to illuminate. Phèdre turned her thoughts to what they were setting out to do. She was nervous, she realized, and more than a little bit anxious as to what they would find. At least Ianto would be with her. That relieved her immeasurably.
Within seconds, she was fast asleep, dreaming about seagulls and stormy endless oceans with never-ending shores.
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| 2007-10-19 21:11 |
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Phèdre carried the pail of warm sudsy water to the center of the corral. A brush floated on its surface. She set the pail down and stood, hands on hips, and glared at the swishy backside that belonged to Buckbeak--the only part of him that showed. And, apparently, the only part of him that didn't have purple splashed all over it.
"All right, Buckbeak, I'm not going to say it again. Come here and let me get that stuff off you."
A pawing of a foot was the only answer.
"You must let me at least try to get it off. Harry will be here shortly, and I cannot let him think I neglect you!"
Pawing of a foot, and a snort.
She sighed. This was not going well. Harry was due with his little son within the hour, and she worried that he would tell Sirius about Buckbeak's apparent mishap. Where he'd found the purple paint, she couldn't imagine, but the hippogriff was spotted head to tail with the vibrant color. He'd been fine when she'd checked on him at breakfast, but now...
"Please, Buckbeak. Let me get the purple off of you. Please?"
Another snort was the only answer.
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| 2007-10-14 19:23 |
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Phèdre, dressed in brown shirt and blue clam diggers, stood in her kitchen contemplating the half-full picnic basket. Inside were two pears, a small loaf of cinnamon breakfast bread, a thermos of coffee, knife, and a small pot of fresh butter she'd bought from a lovely lady at the local market. There was also a container of honey, also bought from the local market. She so looked forward to a spot of fresh, sweet honey on her bread. She also placed inside a couple of napkins, and the book she'd been reading, Middlesex. She put a plaid blanket on top. She quickly pulled her hair up and put on her sunglasses. With a last look at her kitchen, she headed out the door, grabbing the lawn chair she'd purchased, and headed for the beach.
Once arriving, Phèdre set the basket next to her, deciding to read a bit before breaking fast. But as she sat and watched the waves coming into shore, a pang of longing made her sigh. How she missed him, her Jocelyn. She had not expected this, this sad loneliness that was rapidly becoming too much a part of her day. The constant ache for him next to her. The hunger to have him warm with sleep beside her, his body pressed to hers.
Would she ever stop pausing, a thought on her mind...stop turning to tell Jocelyn about it only to remember he would not be there? That was the worst. Aye, that was the worst. Not to be able to tell him all about what was happening here. The people she'd met, the different cultures she'd been exposed to. He would no doubt revel in her telling of a few of the tales, of her ghostship captain, the dog named Dog, Mr. Holmes, Dr. McCoy from the future, flying with Buckbeak, the man Sirius who was both man and canine. He would, no doubt, be quite fascinated by the automobiles, and Jeremy the plant, and those here with wings.
Yet she could tell him none of these things. He was not here, and she would not see him again for a long time--perhaps forever. That, in truth, frightened her so deeply she could scarce breathe. She did not want to stay here, where there were those who judged her unfairly, forgetting by doing so to take her own culture into consideration, as she did theirs. It irked her, though she did not show it. Would not. But it did, aye it did.
It had, she feared, been somewhat of a mistake to come here. But here she was and here she must stay. Shielding her eyes with one slim arm she gazed out over the waters, watching the seagulls dip and glide. With a sigh, as she'd not meant to dwell into these shallows of melancholy, she pulled the coffee thermos out and took a sip, smiling at the warmth cascading through her, making her feel better already.
She pulled her book out and began to read though her eyes just skimmed the words.
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| 2007-10-04 19:43 |
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*Phèdre was quite relieved to escape Ianto's apartment, leaving it to him and Alex Krycek. It still amused her that the two had apparently become a couple. And, that Alex intended to stay with Ianto. Trudging through the sand, carrying blankets, towels, and a bag of snacks for later, she thought about the three men, and the plan for them to live together.
She was glad none were wizards, though she predicted the apartment building would explode, sooner rather than later. She looked back, realizing Dee had fallen behind, burdened as he was with the small cooler filled with beer and wine. She took a deep breath--the sun had begun to set, and vibrant sunbeams brushed Dee's face and muscular arms, making them golden. He looked like a sun god, and his bright smile as he too trudged through the sand made her heart skip a beat, a warmth to spread from her center and to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
He truly was magnificent, and this evening promised to be, perhaps, what she longed for. Aye, needed for than somewhat.*
*She smiled, letting her desire show, wanting him to see it, and waited for him to catch up.*
Sorry about that, I did not realize I was walking so quickly. Given I haven't any idea where you want to go...
Is it much farther? *teasing* I can help carry it, if it's grown too heavy for you.
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| 2007-09-26 21:30 |
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Phèdre woke early the next morning, feeling quite refreshed.
( it promised to be a beautiful day )
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| 2007-09-10 19:43 |
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Sirius, I hope this will suffice for Buckbeak's visit. I so look forward to flying with him! And don't forget, with you.
At least the first time?
I will let Charlie know--the horses will arrive tomorrow. I hope Buckbeak doesn't mind horses overmuch.
Phèdre
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| 2007-09-01 23:07 |
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It has occurred to me, while in conversation with James, that I may be as trapped here as the others.
A year was all I was to spend here, during my consort's sabbatical. My time here is a gift, and though I was sent via magical means, I myself am not magical. Therefore, I am dependent upon another, and his magic, to take me from this place.
And yet, there are those here who are magical, and are, in effect, stuck here.
This is what has disturbed my dreams these past nights, and haunted my waking hours. Why I have pushed myself so, to open the spa as soon as possible, to lose myself in mindless passion, to busy myself to the point of dropping. I didn't want to face the truth, the probability of my future.
I have no way of knowing whether I too am, I hesitate to say it, a prisoner in this dimension. I won't know for certain until the day comes I am to leave, as I have no way to contact Hyacinthe, who sent me here, until then.
This changes things, the way I view this world, which was to be my temporary home.
What if I, too, am destined to live apart from the one I love, as so many here do--as Will does? I felt pity for him, and yet I believe he handles his fate far better than I seem to be handling my possible one, at least at this moment.
My nights shall be restless forevermore, I believe, until my answer is at hand. I cannot bear the thought of not seeing Terre D'Ange again, my friends, my family...my Jocelyn.
Tonight, tears will stain my pillow. For the first time, in a long time, I am afraid.
Phèdre
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| 2007-08-29 21:51 |
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Today, I had occasion to go...shopping. To purchase clothes more appropriate to this climate. I am not so used to covering up so much, but I see the wisdom of this, as this is not as warm a land as Terre D'Ange.
At least, in my own home, I am free to move about as I most favour... (And yes, I do mean just so, Mr. Weasley).
So far, everyone I have met in Margate is either a delight, fascinating, charming, dangerous (and that is a compliment for I do love danger) and/or simply nice. It is truly a relief to be somewhere where intrigue and gossip are not constants, though I suppose soon enough both will take their normal place as they tend to in any society. I fear I shall be the start of many a rumor, given my true profession which seems to be viewed quite differently in this dimension. Although, I did find in discussing the matter with Kaylee that at least where she is from, someone such as myself--there called Companions, a most apt name--do exist, and are highly respected as they are in Terre D'Ange.
I look forward to discussing Companionship more with Kaylee. And recipes, as well.
In any case, today has been very productive. I have hired my first employee, Mr. Charlie Weasley, who will run my stables for horseback riding along the beach. He will, I believe, enjoy that and have the freedom to do as he wishes (anyone who deals with dragons is to be admired and their greater wisdom acknowledged), and still have plenty of time to do his bumming upon the beach that he treasures so.
Tomorrow, I will be putting together my list of those other employees I need for the spa. The list will not be overly long, as I prefer a minimum of staff to deal with.
Right now though, I plan to enjoy some time with Mr. Finest *smile* and then perhaps enjoy a bubble bath.
Phèdre
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| 2007-08-28 21:36 |
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I have purchased a property. Within a short time, I shall be opening Terre D'Ange by the Sea Spa and Resort. There is much work to be done, and I have already contracted a reputable designer with whom I shall meet first of the morning to discuss how to create the ambiance I want for the Spa.
It has been an eventful day, and tomorrow will be filled with much planning and work.
This is an aerial view...the stone building at the top of the picture houses my personal quarters where I will also hold my private liaisons:
 I do hope I do this cut thing correctly, though I do not understand why I must say 'lj' when this is an 'ij'. ( please look for more on Terre D'Ange by the Sea )
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| 2007-08-24 08:47 |
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It amuses me how dimensions cross--in this one, the one in which I write, my home of Terre d'Ange claims to be in a country known as France. How odd is that. I currently reside in the City of Elua, but for location purposes, I have written "Terre d'Ange, France" though that is not exactly correct. It will do for now, however. The makers of this 'insane' journal (though insane I am not) fail to grasp the concept of other dimensions, I suppose. But I shall work with it as is.
I long for conversation. Have already met one lovely young man, Cesare, but I look forward to meeting others. Please drop me a note if you have the time.
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| 2007-08-22 22:40 |
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Source: Wikipedia
Phèdre is born to Liliane de Souverain and Pierre Cantrel, fair-skinned, black-haired, with a cursed Hellene name. She is distinguished most by a red mote in her left eye, marking her as an anguissette, chosen by the angel Kushiel to have a special destiny. Phèdre is sold by her mother to Cereus House of the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers.
At the age of seven, Phèdre pricks herself with a pin and feels for the first time the pleasure associated with pain. As a result of this, the Dowayne of Cereus House calls on Anafiel Delaunay, who recognizes her as an anguissette. He then seeks to make an elite spy out of her. He buys her marque, fetching the highest price set in Cereus in her years. To make her fit for his service, Phèdre begins learning the Caerdicci tongue at age eight, and at age ten, begins her apprenticeship with Delaunay.
Under Delaunay's guidance, Phèdre learns further Caerdicci, along with Cruithne and the Skaldic tongue, and also receives physical training in gymnastics and tumbling. She meets and eventually befriends Alcuin nó Delaunay, Anafiel's first pupil. Her nature as an anguissette is kept secret from all of Anafiel's guests, to make her more valuable as she grows and learns. At age thirteen, Phèdre first meets Melisande Shahrizai, who is one of the few people to identify her as an anguissette at first glance.
At fourteen, Phèdre officially dedicates herself as a Servant of Naamah, in a sacred ceremony which involves releasing a white dove in Naamah's temple. She thus begins her apprenticeship a year later than she would have had she remained in the Night Court. She and Alcuin then witness a Showing, a sexual rite between two adepts of Camellia House, as their initiation into learning the arts of seduction. Phèdre's virgin-price is bought by Childric d'Essoms when she is sixteen, for four and a half thousand ducats. His patron-gift allows her to begin work on her marque, which Delaunay commissions from Robert Tielhard.
Because of Delaunay's position, Phèdre witnesses the trials of House Trevalion, wherein Lyonette and Baudoin are sentenced to death, Marc and Bernadette to banishment, and Gaspar is absolved entirely, partly through Delaunay's testimony on his behalf. It is at this trial that Phèdre first sees what she calls the steel beneath the fragile bloom of Ysandre de la Courcel in her cool response to learning of the treachery in her own family. She also notes Ysandre's keen interest in Delaunay.
When her bodyguard Guy is killed in an incident involving Alcuin nó Delaunay and the political intrigues of the Stregazza family, Delaunay contracts the Cassiline Joscelin Verreuil to protect his charges; an immediate discord strikes up between Joscelin and Phèdre. Joscelin does not approve of Phèdre's line of work or her nature as an anguissette, and Phèdre finds him dour and too imposing.
Melisande contracts Phèdre for herself for a midwinter masque held on the eve of what would be known as the Bitterest Winter. She parades Phèdre before the nobles of Terre d'Ange, having her wear a gown of only white gauze studded with diamonds, and a velvet slip-collar with a diamond teardrop suspended from it and a lead attached. Phèdre loses herself entirely to Melisande that night, and when Melisande uses flechettes on her, she gives her signale for the first time. Later, Melisande informs Phèdre that her master Delaunay and the deceased Rolande de la Courcel were lovers. She gifts Phèdre with the ruins of the gauze-and-diamond gown, providing her with enough money to complete her marque.
Joscelin accompanies her to the marquist's, but before the marque can be finished, they are interrupted by a sailor, bearing a message from Admiral Quintilius Rousse to Delaunay; he knows that Delaunay's house is being watched, and seeks to give the message to Phèdre instead. She only believes him when he gives a password, on the Prince's signet, his only born, which Phèdre believes to refer to a ring she saw Ysandre present to Delaunay. The message from Rousse is: "When the Black Boar rules in Alba, Elder Brother will accede.
Phèdre and Joscelin rush to their home, only to find Delaunay already dead, and Alcuin dying. He reveals that the password was cygnet, not signet, a reference to Ysandre, whom Delaunay was oath-sworn to protect. In his final breaths, Alcuin tells Phèdre to tell Ysandre what has happened, to trust Admiral Rousse and the remaining Trevalions, that Thelesis de Mornay knows about Alba, and that the important figure is the Dauphine, not Ganelon.
Phèdre and Joscelin rush to the Palace, but is turned away both by Ysandre's Guard and Thelesis' servants. While attempting to reach a secret passage from the theatre complex to Ysandre's rooms, Phèdre and Joscelin encounter Melisande, who takes them to her own quarters. Melisande betrays them, drugging Joscelin and sexually tormenting Phèdre to find out what she knew, before drugging her as well. Numbed by grief of Delaunay's death, Phèdre was then able to resist Melisande somewhat, withholding both her signale and the message from Rousse.
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