Sir Thursday

The former Trustee mentally sighed. He wouldn't show weakness in front of his men. Not that they were his men anymore. Damn the boy. 'Of course now I can rest.' He didn't bother trying to undo his bindings. His Times got the best, he made sure of it. Damn that snake, damn his temper. 'Lady Wednesday was the bravest of all of us.' He leaned back. 'Should've sided with her. Or at least help the boy instead of try to kill him.' He thought furiously. Like everyone else he jumped as Lady Friday's messenger came through.
'Forgot about that.' He made a note to remove all shiny objects from his room.
'NO!' He wanted to say as the boy took the plate. 'Foolish boy. Another note dismi- Can't do that now. Damn.' He gave up any form of decorum. Pride was Lord Sunday's curse, not his.
"Unless it's her Dawn he has no chance at getting the Key." He managed to say. "Even with my Key and training he's no match."
His Times glared at him, though he had known them long enough to was for show. True disagreement would've been sent mentally.
"He managed to get the first four parts on his own." Dame Primus said.
"The only one he got on his own was the first part." He said, surprising the creature. "You really think I wouldn't keep an eye on the other parts of the House? Only Monday wouldn't launch an attack."
"Lady We-" Wednesday's Dawn started.
"Shut up." Sir Thursday said, managing to stand. "Drowned Wednesday may not order the attack, but it may have come from the Border Seas!"
"He'll manage it." His Dawn said, only those who knew her noticed the dazed tone. "He will, with help from the Piper and Friday's realms."
Dame Primus sighed, ignoring Marshall Dawn's words. "We will work on the current problem of the New Nithlings and the old Nithlings."
Her voice irritated him for some reason. 'So disrespectful. That's why. Maybe she's the "Dame Bitch" Monday and Tuesday talked about.' He felt a message come through, or try to. He closed his eyes and sent it over to his Dawn, as she was closest. She looked over to him. Demoted or not, millennia of service were enough for his Times to listen to him. She passed it to Noon, who acted as though he had got it first. Instinct made him turn to Sir Thursday.
"Sir, the New Nithlings have raised a white flag." His Noon reported. "One of them wishes to speak to you." Again millennia of contact conveyed confusion. "They asked for Sir Thursday, ma'am. Not the current senior officer."
"Which would've been you, Noon." He said. "I will speak to them." He steadily walked over to his now superior.
Dame Primus opened her mouth.
"Had the boy handed you the Key, you would've been, but he didn't." Sir Thursday said. "As when I left to do business away from here, Noon is in control." He saw several people stare at him, as if no-one had done this for a while.
"I believed that it was divided between all three of the Times." She replied coldly.
"We would take shifts." Noon said. "Currently it is mine." His explanation earned him a glare.
"If you believe he won't further commit treason." She said coldly.
"He will not leave my sight." Noon said, before grabbing Sir Thursday's shoulder.

In front of the New Nithling camp

Sir Thursday thought the entire ride. On a Not-Horse in front of Noon, while uncomfortable was necessary. He wondered why the New Nithlings wanted to talk to him. He had limited power over his men. His rank stripped from him.
The first look at the camp impressed him, almost to his standards. They certainly knew their stuff. A pair rode up and signaled a dismount.
It hurt his pride to obey others, years at the top would do that to a person.

"Sir Thursday, Thursday's Noon, greetings." The taller New Nithling said. "Come this way and we will talk."
"How do we know this is not a trap." Sir Thursday said.
"Pardon me for saying so, but once you lost your Key you went below the Piper's notice." It said. "Our quarrel with you is non-existent now."
"He doesn't care about the Great Maze anymore." He almost pouted. The Great Maze was his greatest accomplishment.
"We do not believe so. However we are still highly interested." It said. "All most of us want to do is settle down as farmers."
Sir Thursday blinked. He had never thought about using the Maze for anything but war. Many places could be used for settlements and such. "I have never thought about using the Maze for anything but war. Also, yo- the Piper's attack was the first time I have blocked the area shift."
"Of course, we asked for you and your commanding officer because you would know most about it." It said.
"Once he returns, I will advise Lord Arthur." Sir Thursday promised. Marshall Noon blinked. he had rarely heard Sir Thursday promise anything but death.

Shortly before Arthur gets the Fifth Key.

Dame Primus searched for the former Trustee. No need for disguise this time. The remaining Morrow days cared too little of the former commander.
"What do you want." He said. He had no respect for the Will.
Her smile put him on guard. "I can't let you allow them to live in the House." His eyes widened.
'Shit.' Was all he was all to say was able think as the concentrated Nothing dissolved all but his boots.

Death of Sir Thursday. Anyways we know that Dame Bit-Primus killed Monday and Tuesday, but we were led to believe that it was one of the Morrow Days… And due to the fact Lord Sunday couldn't care less, Sir Thursday was perfectly happy playing his war games, and Lady Friday getting her fix, that pretty much leaves Superior Saturday.

On top of all that Saturday's Dusk attacked one of Tuesday's old times…

Anyways, Lady Friday is the next to die. Yes, she dies.