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→Tirini looks at me like I'm mentally deficient. The possibility of not having a maid has probably never entered her mind. Her look of distaste intensifies as she glances at the small sink in the corner of my office.

→"I don't have a maid."

→"I'm covered in dust. Does your maid never clean in there?"

→The sorceress glances at her hands with distaste.

→"I have little confidence in Cicerius. Were it not for the efforts of the Sorcerers Guild, the city would have fallen to those dreadful Orcs by now."

→Tirini frowns.

→"Cicerius has issued instructions that she should not be moved."

→"Neither would I. If you want to move her somewhere go right ahead."

→"I would hardly say that this is a suitable place for dear Lisutaris to lie ill," she says.

→Tirini emerges from my bedroom.

→"I know," whispers Hanama, and manages to look determined for a few seconds. Her eyes close and she drifts back to sleep. I wonder what would happen if the situation was reversed. Somehow I can't see Hanama feeding medicine to anyone. Caring for people isn't in her nature. There again, nor is it in mine.

→"You'll be better soon," says Dandelion, encouragingly.

→Dandelion is meanwhile giving the medicinal potion to Hanama and Sarin. Hanama is still badly sick. Her brow is covered in perspiration. She winces as she moves her mouth towards the cup. The muscle pains brought on by the malady can be very severe, and she's still suffering.

→Tirini walks into my bedroom, followed by Hansius.

→"I've had the malady," says Tirini. "And frightfully boring it was, as I recall."

→"You sure? So far everyone who's gone in there has fallen sick."

→"Take me to her."

→"In the bedroom."

→"Really? How thrilling for you. Where is Lisutaris?"

→"Murderous killer, murderous Assassin," I say, nodding towards the prostrate bodies of Hanama and Sarin.