The Butler drifted through the walls of the castle - literally - and the keys at his belt kept up a soft jangle, though they did not move at all. The strains of Kenelm's harp could be heard faintly through a narrow, unglazed window, where a weak beam of sunlight lit up the dancing dustmotes.
He paused before a scullery maid, kneeling beside a beautifully carved table in order to dust its intricate legs. Silently he pointed to a spot she had missed, and she, jut as silently, polished the dark, dusty wood. Then the sound of breaking glass reverberated through the halls.
"See that the glass is cleaned up immediately" The Butler ordered, and the maid's form faded. The Butler walked on, patroling his territory, seeing to it that all within the castle stayed just as it was, throughout eternity. He knew his duties well, and would repeat them, day in and day out, for however many eons it took for the Valar to submit to his Master's demands.
"Where is that Anna?" he muttered angrily to himself. "She should be seeing to the linens now. And my Lady's chamber needs airing" He drifted on, going over and over in his head what needed to be done today. Over and over again.
[ November 15, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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