Chapter Twenty-Five
I need hardly tell ye wi’ what joy I witnessed Anthelaena’s return. The realm has sorely felt her absence! Nowt can thrive in Aylfenhame wi’ no Majesty upon the throne, an’ t’ watch it dwindle an’ wither — well, it’s been breakin’ this old troll’s heart fer many a year. Not t’ mention that Anthelaena herself could never have warranted such a fate. Good folk deserve better.
Speakin’ of good folk, I took Mr. Phineas home right enow. He weren’t happy. Wrung my heart, it did, t’ leave him, wi’ no one t’ welcome him home, an’ no one t’ care fer him. But I had a notion tha’ Her Ladyship Silver was in need of a little thinkin’ time — and mayhap a bit of a kick, so to speak. There’s no worthier heart than that of young Mr. Drake, an’ I thought — I hoped — that she knew it.
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