Anna did turn when Kenelm entered the castle, but she wasn't following him. She too had heard the breaking glass and was curious what old Maladil was up to now. Of all the residents of the castle, he was the angriest, the most unsatisfied. He was constantly stalking the halls, shouting, breaking things, and generally getting in everyone's way. They'd all learned to ignore him as much as they could, but as the ghost hurrying by with the dustpan attested to, sometimes that just wasn't possible.
Anna came upon Calimiel when she reached the corridor leading to the kitchen and paused. What's he doing now? She asked silently. In the beginning, the ghosts had been able to speak in whispers if they tried hard enough, but they'd soon given it up as a pointless grasping of their lost humanity. They now spoke to each other mind to mind. It worked just as well.
Calimiel turned her head, acknowledging Anna's arrival. He's going through the kitchen breaking every dish he can find.
Anna nodded. She'd figured as much. She sort of felt sorry for Tella, the scullery maid, who was rushing back and forth with a dustpan, but not too sorry. She didn't have to clean up the broken crockery if she didn't want to, no matter what Maladil said.
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]
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