The utter shock on each knight's face should have been enough to still Corvi's interest but the absolute determination which steeled him to ask it was as apparent on his face as the fact that he wouldn't leave them be without a real response.

Gumlittle beat Plucki to it. "...Where did you hear that name?"

"It doesn't matter where. What matters is if it's true. Did she... Did she really do such horrible things?" The sick feeling rose in Corvi's throat. What came out wasn't bile but the welling of tears. He had enough on his plate what with his mom passing and his little brothers. He was stressed about not getting back to them soon enough and were they doing okay alone and now Cubbi and Tavi wanted him to translate such horrible things! He couldn't help crying.

Speechless at being confronted so out of the blue, Gumlittle and Blastus looked to their Captain. Sir Plucki gestured them gently away before putting an arm around Corvi. He looked about, then led the lad into a side room so they could talk privately.

"I don't know where you heard that name, nor what stories have met your ears, but we don't speak of those times and certainly not of her. Gummies have seen dark days, Corvi Gummi, but nothing was as dark as that time. Nothing. So now you understand why we don't speak of it, don't you?"

Corvi wiped at his eyes, trying to wipe away the memory of the words he read and the horrible things they spilled into his head. It didn't work. He focused on Sir Plucki's very serious eyes. That offered him some control of self, though he still sniffed and shook. "Y-yes, Sir Plucki. But-"

"I wasn't finished. I cannot answer your question, for your own safety, but you must tell me where you heard that name."

Fear took hold of Corvi briefly. Sir Plucki wasn't gonna let him go without an answer. What had he done?... He'd stirred up a hornet's nest in his crazed state and now he'd have to tell Sir Plucki what they'd been up to and THAT would eventually lead to why they didn't ask his mom to read the Old Gummi and that she'd died and his brothers would get taken away from him and- No! Corvi mentally slapped himself, trying to compose himself and look for a way out.

"Was it Cubbi?" Sir Plucki cocked a brow at the squire.

Corvi's mouth dropped open. How could Sir Plucki have guessed it was ANYONE in particular?!

"Just as I thought." Sir Plucki sighed, shaking his head. "Gearing up for the ghost stories tonight I'd suspect. I'll have a talk with him. Perhaps the Glen Gummies have gone lax with what they feel is appropriate for children but I'll not have anything that upsetting spoken of tonight around the campfire or anywhere else, is that understood? Do NOT tell anyone else about this."

"Uh..." Wow. Sir Plucki just assumed. He didn't have to say thing at all! "O-okay. I mean, yes, Sir Plucki."

The knight Captain nodded. "Good. Now, no more talk of this, and for Gum's sake, don't worry or make a fuss over it. There's enough to worry about here in Gummadoon without the past coming to haunt us, alright?"

If only he could! But Corvi nodded dutifully.

"Off you go then. Oh, and where might I find Cubbi right now?"

Corvi gulped. He didn't want to rat out Tavi, too. "Um, the kitchen I think?" So he lied, right to his captain's face. Why didn't he feel worse about it than he did? Corvi decided to check on his brothers and get out of this mess for a short time. As he saw Sir Plucki's retreating back, he hoped Cubbi could handle himself well enough to keep it under that big blue hat of his. Otherwise, they'd all be in for it.

Lady Bane's Castle

She felt hideous. Dirty and hideous and old. It came from not being able to gaze at her reflection. Lady Bane glared around her luxurious room, at the covered mirrors and other reflective surfaces.

She kicked at a Troggle passing by. "You! Draw me a bath!" Anything to get the icky feeling off her body. As the Troggle scurried away, she smirked in satisfaction. A glance at the mindless body at her disposal had a full smile filling her red lips. Yes. A bath before her assault would be quite nice.

The troggle was remarkably fast, though her servants typically were. It was ill advised to leave her waiting too long, especially when she was already very agitated. Anyone that had been in her service for longer than five days learned quickly that if anything prevented her from admiring her beauty, regardless of the need, that source was to be either extinguished or respected, depending. It took a great deal for the sorceress to lose focus, but her vanity had always been a key that could be drawn on.

She gave him a kick out of the door as soon as the water was sufficiently warm enough. The steam eased her loose muscles as she undressed and eased herself into the steaming bath. She was a collector of anything that could improve the body's appearance so she was well stocked with a variety of oils and lotions and salts that she took to rubbing on her body.

She admired every aspect of her body as she did so. She felt so disgusting and revolting without her reflection to gaze upon so she took advantage of this time to admire her figure. Centuries of spells had done their work well in preserving her beauty. There was not a bit of skin that was blemished, not a bit of flesh that wrinkled.

Leaning her head back into the water, she let her hair drown in the warmth. It really did feel good and gave her time to reflect on her coming victory. That in itself brought a full faced smirk to her. Soon, soon, she would have some of her revenge carried out. Then, once Gummadoon was extinguished, a rather large thorn in her side, she could set her sights on the others that she had to blame for her failure. Then, then, finally…she could get her hands on all those magical talismans that the gummi race dared deny her.