![]() ![]() Is that how you got old Andronicus to actually listen to you? She patted the inert clank. That’s very impressive, that voice thing. Lucrezia tipped her head to one side as she considered the construct. And you have actually found a teacup strong enough to hold it. She glanced at the prone figure beside her. You are attempting to pour the ocean into a teacup. The creature on the slab’s voice was different now. The engines themselves were awash with green lights as they quietly thrummed. Thick cables were now attached to the metal figure. Lucrezia looked over her minion’s work and could find no fault. She was saved from further indecision by the sound of Mozek clearing her throat. They had seemed like such a funny idea at the time. even shackled, there were those terrible teeth. Lucrezia considered giving this impudent wretch a slap as well, but. "But I take comfort in knowing that if you continue in this madness, you will." You have no idea what it was like, the creature on the slab said with obvious relish. Lucrezia felt ghostly icicles of dread slide down her spine. To Lucrezia’s discomfort, her words merely caused her prisoner to smile. ![]() I mean, it must have been terribly boring being chained up in that forgotten hallway for over a hundred years. "I’d think you’d be glad to be out of this old thing. She turned back to the other slab while patting the inert clank. But not for long, Lucrezia promised herself. Its face, as well as the rest of its body, was still and lifeless. ![]() The great wings were now little more than almost-bare struts still adorned with a few tarnished silver-foil feathers. Its clothing was frayed and tattered its wig, once elegantly coiffed, was now a dusty rat’s nest sliding from its place. Even restrained, it was imposing, although it was evident it had been neglected for quite a while. Strapped to this one was a clank, made all of metal, in the shape of an angel almost three meters tall. Lucrezia’s pirouette took her to the other table. "It’s so exciting! I’m positively giddy!" Oh, I know! Lucrezia hugged herself and twirled about. That which you have done here is blasphemy!" She roared, cursing Lucrezia in Old French. One of them, a furious construct of flesh, metal, and black leather, writhed impotently against her bonds. "I’ve told you that stupid prophecy is wrong! It is predicated on failure! My failure! She spun about and regarded the two figures that were strapped to the large steel tables. Lucrezia ended this by slapping Glimtockka sharply across the face. If she who you carry within you is indeed the Holy Child- " Her impertinence rises in a legitimate cause. Mozek had diligently studied the language of the Pale Ladies, partly because it helped serve her mistress’s purposes, and partly because she learned many potentially lifesaving secrets when people didn’t think she could understand them. ![]() Instead, to her astonishment, she heard the warrior clearing her little-used throat. The Geister snarled at the overly familiar address, and Mozek fully expected to feel the usual stinging rap to the back of her head. And don’t you even pretend you don’t agree with me, White-eyes. She didn’t bother to look up at the frowning warrior. Mozek felt the presence of Glimtockka, the taciturn Geisterdame who never left Lucrezia’s side, looming beside her. You shouldn’t be getting so worked up, Mistress, the old woman said, as she tightened the final bolts. Her assistant, the defrocked priestess Mozek, shuddered at the sound. Lucrezia Mongfish slotted the last components securely into their places inside the great engine, slapped the hatch closed, and cackled. ![]()
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