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"They're nice, aren't they?" Brother Colin said to Deveire as the two of them sat on a stone bench in one of the courtyards of the castle. "I thought they would've been more stuck-up, given that they are basically…well, famous."

"Mhm," Deveire said quietly, tugging at her hair gently. "Yeah, they're nice."

Brother Colin looked at Deveire, frowning. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Deveire sighed. "I'm okay. I just…."

Brother Colin raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Deveire looked at her friend and smiled a bit. "Nothing. I'm just tired." She looked back at the ground. "None of them came for dinner, did they?"

"No, they didn't. Though neither did you."

Deveire shrugged. "I wasn't hungry…I barely got any sleep last night. I was up worrying about the castle and the king coming…I was pacing my room until dawn."

Brother Colin frowned. "Oh, you poor dear! Had I known, I would've let you sleep…."

"Heavens, no!" Deveire exclaimed. "I couldn't have slept through the arrival of the king!"

"Excuse me…."

Deveire and Brother Colin turned around and faced Sir Galahad, who was standing in the high archway leading to the courtyard. He was tugging on his tunic shyly and shifting his weight.

"Oh," he said quietly, "Lady Deveire…I was looking for you."

Deveire stood up and smiled. "Yes? What did you need?"

Galahad smiled, too. "I was just wondering…since I have nothing to do…could I get a tour of the castle?"

Deveire's face lit up. "Sure! I have nothing to do as well."

Brother Colin left through another archway, and Deveire walked up to Galahad and hooked her arm through his, which he was holding out for her. "Shall we?"

The two walked to the main chamber, and Deveire sighed quickly. "Okay, let's start here. This is the North Wing, or the main chamber. Obviously the main doors lead into here."

"This looks rather familiar," Galahad said in mock awe. "I feel like I've been here before."

Deveire laughed. "You have. You were waiting here before I came down this morning."

Galahad looked at her. "That was quite a while ago."

She nodded. "Seems that way, doesn't it?" She continued walking, turning into the West Wing. "In this direction are many rooms. The main kitchens, the lounge room, the Church –"

"You mean the South Wing isn't the church?"

Deveire shook her head. "It may seem that way, but no. I'll tell you about the South Wing once we get to it."

They continued throughout the whole West Wing, then they turned to the doors to the South Wing.

"Okay," Deveire sighed.

"Is this the end?" Galahad asked, looking questioningly at her.

"No!" she exclaimed. "This is the next stop."

She opened the doors, revealing the crucified walkway and rainbow wall.

"So," Galahad murmured, "there's a special meaning behind these doors?"

Deveire shrugged. "Not as special as the fact that this used to be the Church."

Galahad nodded. "That I can see."

"Until someone was killed in it."

Galahad looked at Deveire, his eyes wide with concern. "Someone was…killed…under the face of Jesus Christ?"

Deveire nodded, looking at the stained glass window. The picture was of a man kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, and Virgin Mary had her hand on his shoulders, standing in front of him. "Yes." Deveire looked at Galahad, who was looking back at the stained glass. It was darker now since it was sunset. "My lord was killed in this wing."

"Your husband."

"No. My best friend." There was a small silence, then Deveire closed the doors and brought Galahad to the East Wing.

"He made the stained glass wall. The man in the picture is him."


"Well," Galahad said quietly as he and Deveire approached the South Wing doors again. "Er…a lot of people…died in this castle…."

Deveire shook her head. "That was only during the war. It's over now." She opened the doors. "It's really late. You should at least get some sleep."

Galahad nodded. "Thank you, Lady Deveire."

Deveire looked at him for a second, then smiled. "Call me Deveire. Good night, Galahad."

When Galahad disappeared into his room, Deveire slowly looked at the stained glass, which looked very eerie thanks to the light from the full moon. The ceiling was more than twenty feet tall, since it was the only wing that was the tallest height of the castle itself. Besides the Lord's Tower, the Guard Towers, and Tower Joseph, the ceiling in the South Wing was the highest.

As Deveire stared at the stained glass, she walked into the corridor, then closed the doors behind her. Because of the thickness of the iron and wood, all sound from the rest of the castle was completely put out when the doors shut. The only sound that remained was an echo of the sound the doors made when they shut. It was so quiet, Deveire could hear her own heart beating loudly in her chest.

The stained glass Virgin Mary's eyes glittered under the moonlight, and they appeared to be looking right at Deveire. Deveire, however, averted her focus to the crosses on the walls. Each and every crucifix seemed to be illuminated with beams of moonlight. As she slowly walked towards the stained glass, she failed to notice the religious figure getting steadily taller.

Deveire stopped and slowly looked ahead of her. Then she looked up…and up…and up.

The glass was a good forty feet up.

Suddenly, Deveire heard a loud clang as a door opened. She whirled around and saw Arthur standing outside his room, and he was sort of still. He squinted down the corridor, then stood up straight. "Lady Deveire?"

Deveire nodded, then turned back to the stained glass. She stood still as Arthur groggily walked up to her side, looking at the stained glass with his arms crossed behind his back and his eyes narrow.

"I have some cliché advice, milady." He didn't look at her, but she looked at him. "Follow your heart, my dear." When he looked at her, he smiled. His blue eyes twinkled merrily in the bright moonlight. "Even if your heart tells you to do something unadvisable…it may become a good thing. And besides," he shrugged and looked straight ahead of him, "how can you know if something is unadvisable if your heart is telling you to do it?"

Deveire blinked. "Er…."

"Exactly. Even if your heart is off its rocker…do what it says."

"Arthur…sir…why are you telling me this?"

Arthur was silent, then he looked at the ground without moving his head, and he was grinning. "You never know when you might need a good piece of advice." He sighed and turned around, walking back to his room. "Then again, I was attacked by a killer rabbit. Maybe I'm losing my mind. Goodnight, Lady Deveire."

Deveire blinked. "Uh…goodnight, my liege…."