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| “ | Ebenholz and Kreide's performance does not gain Czerny's favor. Consequently, Ebenholz leaves to visit Gertrude, concert sponsor, where he learns of a plan she's had waiting in the wings. | ” |
| <Background 1> | |
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| [Kreide runs toward Ebenholz.] | |
| Kreide | I'm so sorry I'm late... |
| Ebenholz | This is the selections! If you were tardier by twenty minutes, we'd be hand in hand as we waltzed home! |
| Kreide | I'm sorry... |
| Ebenholz | Would you mind quickly explaining yourself? |
| Kreide | My... grandpa went missing this morning, actually. |
| Ebenholz | Missing? |
| Kreide | Nothing terribly serious. I found him in the Afterglow in an alley, and he said he was just up too early, out for a walk. |
| Ebenholz | For a walk, the whole time until you arrived here? |
| Kreide | No, no, I went to Rhodes Island this morning too, for the admission procedures. |
| Ebenholz | With your grandfather? At the Rhodes Island office? I recall Rhodes Island having only a miniscule branch in Vyseheim. They couldn't be admitting patients. |
| Kreide | They couldn't, but Hibiscus gave up her own bed, and she promised she'd put my grandpa's health first. |
| Ebenholz | Hmph... A charming tale, but that cost you a pretty penny, didn't it? |
| Kreide | They took the money this morning. It was less than half of what you gave me yesterday. |
| Ebenholz | Well, well. You'll have to check regularly on your grandpa, then, so they don't trim corners where you're not looking. |
| Kreide | "Trim corners?" |
| Ebenholz | They're a business, after all. Their profits have to come from the sick, if they admit them on such low fees. Say, a little from their meals, a little from their equipment and medication– |
| Kreide | I don't think that's what's happening. |
| Ebenholz | And how do you know? |
| Kreide | Yesterday afternoon, they gave him medicine to take before I'd paid anything. And Hibiscus spared some food for me this morning. I only turned her down because I was so short on time. |
| Ebenholz | Such a meticulous performance. Surely your grandpa was unwilling to go precisely because he could see that. |
| Kreide | I get it. I'll be checking in on him as much as I can. Thank you. |
| Ebenholz | Thank me? |
| Kreide | I know you're taking pains to tell me all this because you're worried me or my grandfather will be hurt. |
| Ebenholz | ...... Never mind. Let's move on. What did you think of the score after picking it up last night? |
| Kreide | I– |
| Mannered Infected | Next entry, Ebenholz and Kreide! |
| Ebenholz | Come. Czerny is overseeing the selections today in person. We can't afford to embarrass ourselves. |
| <Background 2> | |
| Ebenholz | Greetings, Herr Czerny. |
| Czerny | No need for pleasantries. Go on, begin. |
| <Background fades out> | |
| The selections are quite unlike the applications, where crowds thronged the seats to watch. Save for a scant few staff, only Czerny and the entrants are present. If yesterday's audience was present, the majority would be applauding this brief ensemble piece until their hands were raw. But here and now, as the final lingering notes fall away, the look on Czerny's face is fearsome. | |
| <Background fades in> | |
| Ebenholz | Herr Czerny? |
| Czerny | You haven't practiced much, have you? |
| Ebenholz | As you surmised, but– |
| Czerny | It smacks too strongly of being scrabbled together, you on your flute and him on his cello. There's almost no sense of coordination. Especially from you. You were stuck fast to your own tempo, completely ignoring what the cello emoted during his melodic passage. Conversely, you forced him to accommodate for you instead. If you hadn't realized in time, you would have ruined the entire passage. |
| Ebenholz | I would have ruined the entire passage? No, I feel you may not have heard quite clearly... |
| Czerny | I'm sat right here, and you tell me I don't hear clearly? You think something's wrong with my hearing? |
| Kreide | Herr Czerny, Ebenholz doesn't mean to offend you, he just... |
| Czerny | Just what? All I see is someone too coddled by flattery. |
| Ebenholz | Coddled by flattery?! You know nothing of my circumstances, I ask you to rescind– |
| [Kreide tries to calm Ebenholz down.] | |
| Kreide | (Hisses) Ebenholz! |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| Czerny | I will consider Kreide. You may leave. Next. |
| Ebenholz | What did you say? Do you imply even he– |
| Kreide | –Herr Czerny. |
| Czerny | Hm? |
| Kreide | If Ebenholz isn't allowed to perform, then I can't be in this concert either. |
| Czerny | What's forcing you to speak for him? |
| Kreide | Ebenholz has been a huge help to me, so... |
| Czerny | I'm sorry, but this concert won't sink for losing one potential cellist, and losing one pot-stirrer of a Lord will pain me even less. Next! |
| <Background 3> | |
| Ebenholz | Scoundrel! Who does he think he is? So flippant just because he's played a piano, written a piece or two?! |
| Kreide | Calm down, come on. |
| Ebenholz | How am I meant to be calm? What kind of attitude was that? "Coddled by flattery?" I'm a fine, upstanding man. Who's ever coddled me? Give me a name! |
| Kreide | I think there was just a small misunderstanding between you. Surely Herr Czerny didn't think we were that lousy... |
| Ebenholz | Of course you weren't lousy, that was me! Did you forget what he said? "I will consider Kreide. You may leave!" |
| Kreide | I think the sooner you apologize to him, the better. He might just let us try again. |
| Ebenholz | There's always some way, and it doesn't have to include humbling myself so badly before him! |
| Kreide | But... I can't think of anything that'd help other than an apology... |
| Ebenholz | (Takes a deep breath) You return home, in any case. I'll be returning to my residence to contemplate what to do. If there really is no alternative, then we'll seek out Czerny. |
| Kreide | Well... alright, then. |
| <Background 4> | |
| Ebenholz | "Coddled by flattery"... This musician knows nothing, and he dares prattle... |
| [Suddenly Ebenholz felt a great pain in his head...] | |
| Ebenholz | Tch! (There's the headache again...) |
| <Background fades out> | |
| Voice from Nowhere | Useless fake... |
| Ebenholz | ! |
| Voice from Nowhere | Even the lowly blight-wracked commoners loathe the vulgar sound of your flute... |
| Ebenholz | You shut up right now! |
| <Background fades in> | |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| [A nobleman walks by Ebenholz.] | |
| Fretful Noble | Mein Herr, we may not be acquainted, but you seem to be in need of some help? |
| Ebenholz | Not at all... I appreciate the trouble. |
| Fretful Noble | Erm... (He really is hers–) Pardon my insolence. |
| Ebenholz | Oh, so it's you. Do you feel unwell? |
| Fretful Noble | Er? You–what did you say? No, not at all. |
| Ebenholz | Really? Your face looks somewhat sickly to me. |
| Fretful Noble | Of course not, haha, hahahaha... Pardon me, pardon me... |
| [The nobleman leaves.] | |
| <Background 5> | |
| [Gertrude asks Ebenholz,] | |
| Gertrude | Your headaches are flaring up again? |
| Ebenholz | It's fine. It's more or less faded by now. |
| Gertrude | I'm sorry. |
| Ebenholz | What are you apologizing to me for? |
| Gertrude | I was so inconsiderate as to cause you embarrassment at the selections today, and give you a headache at that. |
| Ebenholz | You were so inconsiderate? How did you know–– No, in fact it's only natural for you to know it. |
| Gertrude | Indeed. For better or worse, I am one of the sponsors of this concert, and news about it reaches me fast, Herr Ebenholz. |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| Gertrude | You needn't worry. This is nothing major. In fact, I hear Czerny didn't assess you two badly at all. He intentionally designated you as backups for "Morgen und Abend." |
| Ebenholz | Really? |
| Gertrude | We are more or less friends. I have him worked out to an extent. He's a famed artist, after all, come rain or shine, and Infected too. His temper flared up. Please, excuse him. |
| Ebenholz | Hmph. |
| Gertrude | I do have my influence over this concert. You and Kreide can practice; I'll do Czerny's work. |
| Ebenholz | I'd rather redo the selections than have you exercise your sway, to be honest. This morning was merely an aberration in performance. |
| Gertrude | Of course, of course. Still, you needn't let this perturb you so badly. Tea? We have a citrus-flavored black tea today. They say it does good things for headaches. |
| Ebenholz | Thank you very much. |
| [Ebenholz drank the tea offered by Gertrude.] | |
| Gertrude | How is it? |
| Ebenholz | Fragrant. I appreciate the hospitality. |
| Gertrude | Well, then, moving on. Listen closely, please. As you'd anticipated, my inviting you to Vyseheim, for a concert in the Infected settlement, does come with ulterior motives. |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| Gertrude | You don't seem too bowled over. |
| Ebenholz | I'm used to being exploited by now. It would've surprised me more if you had no other motive. |
| Gertrude | In that case, I'll be straightforward. I have a plan that's been a long time ready. If you act according to this plan, I have great certainty I can free you from the "Voice of the Mundane." |
| [Shocked, Ebenholz drops the teacup, shattering it.] | |
| Ebenholz | –What did you say?! |
| Gertrude | The Voice of the Mundane, Herr Ebenholz. The root of your many misfortunes, one of the legal grounds on which you possess Grafschaft of Urtica, the– |
| Ebenholz | I don't need you to explain what the Voice of the Mundane is. The thing has been inside my head all this time, tormenting me when it sees fit. What I need you to expound on is the details of this plan. |
| Gertrude | It's very simple. Just perform at Herr Czerny's concert as an ensemble with your fresh acquaintance Herr Kreide, and that will suffice. |
| Ebenholz | ...... Out of sheerest kindness, I'll treat this as a poor joke, Dame Gertrude. |
| Gertrude | This is in no way a joke. Just like you, Kreide harbors the Voice of the Mundane within him. |
| Ebenholz | Him? The Voice of the Mundane? The Twin Empresses made it explicit that I was the only one left who carried it! |
| Gertrude | That merely shows there are things even they don't know. To boot, it isn't even that rare. |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| Gertrude | Two Voices of the Mundane need only come close enough in space in order for "Resonanz" to occur, and this sonority will amplify both your Arts as it occurs. That is the basis of my plan. Beyond amplifying your Arts, Resonanz is its own kind of powerful energy, and *this* energy will be massively intensified when you two perform in ensemble. It just needs the appropriate induction, and I'll be able to make use of this energy to transfer your Voice of the Mundane into him. |
| Ebenholz | Then what will happen to Kreide? |
| Gertrude | Fear not. I'll handle that as deemed fit. |
| Ebenholz | I still don't understand, though. Why does it have to be Czerny's concert? I'll duet with Kreide at his home, you come induce this resonance, and you transfer my Voice of the Mundane into him. Won't that work? |
| Gertrude | The induction of Resonanz is a delicate art. Alone without the Afterglow Hall, I wouldn't be able to do it. |
| Ebenholz | The Afterglow Hall? |
| Gertrude | Didn't you know? Construction of the Afterglow Hall was completed under the Witch King's supervision. |
| Ebenholz | I never heard. |
| Gertrude | Being a building he ordered in the twilight of his reign, the materials and architecture employed in the Hall share many resemblances to his Spire. It wasn't meant as the concert hall it is, synonymous with the Infected district. It was meant as a fortress of Arts, a nightmare to terrify His Majesty's enemies. I've overstepped my bounds in doing so, but I do require the Afterglow Hall aid me in conducting the Resonanz's energy, so we can ultimately eliminate the Voice of Terra that dwells in your body. Do you have any other questions about the detail of this plan? |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| Gertrude | After it's done, I will handle Kreide and any other remaining trifles. You need only hide for a suitable length of time. Once it all blows over, you can escape your unbearable nobility once and for all, and become a free civilian. Of course, if you aren't alright accepting such ready freedom, I won't force you, and I certainly won't make an enemy of you on the grounds that you know my plan. Whether you wish to remain in Vyseheim until the concert concludes, or return immediately to Urtica, I will not stop you. |
| Ebenholz | You won't stop me... You're the first to want to rid me of the Voice of Terra, rather than exploit it. Just what are you hoping to gain from me? |
| Gertrude | A powerful assistance. |
| Ebenholz | A what? I'm just a puppet Graf. I can't even manage my own fiefs personally. After your supposed plan succeeds, I'll be no more than an unidentified civilian. What powerful assistance? |
| Gertrude | Fiefs, armies, even Originium Arts... none of that is important. What's important is the Graf Urtica gone missing, even declared dead. Think of it. How will the Leithanian public opinion respond when at the right juncture, the Graf Urtica returns from the grave? To "return from the grave." That's the greatest aid you could ever lend me. |
| Ebenholz | I understand. Please... allow me some time alone, Dame Gertrude. |
| Gertrude | I'd be glad to. If you wish to travel anywhere, don't hesitate to tell the servants outside. |
| Ebenholz | Farewell. |
| Gertrude | Farewell. May your decision be the one that suits your interests. |
| [Ebenholz leaves just as the telephone in the room rings, and Gertrude picks it up.] | |
| Gertrude | Hello. |
| ??? | Listen. You must watch whatever happens between Kreide and Rhodes Island closely. You may disrupt Rhodes Island's movements when necessary, but remember never to alert them at any cost. Direct military conflict is forbidden. |
| Gertrude | Understood. Allow me to report to you on Graf Urtica's circumstances... |
| ??? | You can save it. We know. This is your plan. If you feel the need to expound on minor matters like this, we'll simply send someone to put you back on track. |
| Gertrude | Apologies, I was not considerate. |
| [Gertrude hangs up.] | |
| Gertrude | Ebenholz will be easy enough, but Kreide and Rhodes Island... ...... I'd forgot. I have what I need, ready and waiting. |
| “ | Ebenholz and Kreide begin to rehearse for the concert. Hibiscus is conducting her investigation all over the Afterglow, looking to find the truth of the Infected suddenly recovering. | ” |
| <Background 6> | |
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| Czerny | Though I sent the both of you off at the selections, things have changed. You two are now the primary candidates for Morgen und Abend. |
| Ebenholz | Things have changed? What do you mean? |
| Czerny | The two who were to perform Morgen und Abend cannot attend the concert now, which is why I had you two brought in. |
| Ebenholz | Cannot attend... Did something happen with them? |
| Czerny | They went to a tavern yesterday afternoon to eat and drink their fill. Normal enough, but something piddling made those two clowns pick a fight. So now, the flautist has a fractured arm, and worse still, the cellist somehow fell on his tailbone. He can't even sit, and there he is lying on his bed claiming he can play standing instead. Ridiculous! |
| Ebenholz | What? |
| Czerny | You seem shocked. |
| Ebenholz | This is honestly... beyond expectation. |
| Czerny | Is it? It only took the second day of selections for this to happen, if I'm frank. If this was anything more than a chance bar fight, then you would be the greatest suspect. |
| Ebenholz | Would I? No–no, no, no, this has less than nothing to do with me. My desire is to move you through music, not rough up the innocent. |
| Czerny | Fine enough for you to say. But you have the money to back Kreide. Paying to stir up trouble should be easy enough for you, shouldn't it? |
| Kreide | Herr Czerny, I can testify Ebenholz never did anything like that. |
| Czerny | You, testify? Did you glue your eyes to him for all of yesterday? |
| Kreide | –I did. |
| Czerny | And why did you do that? |
| Kreide | I... |
| Ebenholz | Of course he didn't "glue his eyes to me," the two of us were just together, discussing how to change your mind. Though we never came to any conclusion in the end. |
| Czerny | Kreide, is that the truth? |
| Kreide | It is. |
| Czerny | (Shakes head) For the time being, in the moment being, I'll believe Kreide. |
| Kreide | Thank you, Herr Czerny! |
| Ebenholz | So... |
| Czerny | Don't start parading. All told, you're standing in. You're still some way from what I require. Especially you, Ebenholz. You're the drag. I'll give you the one day to rehearse. Come back to my home this evening, and I'll cast my eye. You will only be chosen if you can meet my minimum standards. Otherwise, I would rather strike Morgen und Abend from the program. Understand? |
| Ebenholz | Yes. You may rest assured. |
| Czerny | Also, Kreide, weren't you missing a cello? Take this one with you. |
| Kreide | Ca... Can I really? |
| Czerny | Of course you can. If you can meet my demands this evening, then this cello will be yours. |
| Kreide | –Thank you, so, so much! |
| Czerny | Alright, off you go. I need to sort out my own thoughts as is– |
| [Someone knocked the door.] | |
| Czerny | Is that Ursula? Did you forget your key again? |
| Voice Outside the Door | Mr. Czerny, I'm an operator from Rhodes Island. You can call me Hibiscus. |
| Kreide | Hibiscus! Oh, no, did something happen with my grandpa– |
| [Kreide rushes to open the door, and Hibiscus enters.] | |
| Hibiscus | Hello, Mr. Czerny, it's nice to meet you. |
| Czerny | Hello. My talk with them is done. If you have business, feel free to take them away. |
| Kreide | Hibiscus, is there anything new with my grandpa's condition? |
| Hibiscus | Relax, it's okay. Your grandpa's gotten treatment already, and he's looking a lot more stable. Mr. Czerny, it's not Kreide. I actually came here looking for you. |
| Czerny | Me? |
| Hibiscus | I'm hoping to get some insight into any change in your condition. Would right now be convenient for you? |
| Czerny | What do you want me for? |
| Hibiscus | There's been quite a few recent Infected cases of abnormal recovery around the Afterglow. I came here to investigate the whole phenomenon. On top of that, you're a household name around here, so I was wondering if you had more of a handle on what's going on. |
| Czerny | I'm sorry, but I've been just fine all along, and I can't say I know how anyone else is doing. |
| Hibiscus | But aren't you holding a farewell concert? That usually– |
| Czerny | I'm–sorry–but I need quiet. Can I ask you to leave, for now? |
| [Someone knocks the door again.] | |
| Czerny | Who is it this time? |
| Voice Outside the Door | Mein Herr, open her up. I forgot m'dang key. |
| Czerny | ...... Kreide, could you go out of your way to open the door again? |
| [Kreide heads out to open the door, and an elderly Elafian lady enters.] | |
| Kreide | That's an awful lot you're carrying, Oma. |
| ??? | Good boy, you go have a seat. I can carry it by m'self. |
| Kreide | It's okay, I can bring this into the kitchen for you! |
| Ebenholz | And this is...? |
| Czerny | Ursula, distant relative of mine. She's cared for me, always. |
| [The old lady, now known as Ursula, walks toward Czerny and co.] | |
| Ursula | Well, this is a rare sight, so many people at our home... Bowl me over, you're a noble, aren't you? Oh, m'pologies! |
| Ebenholz | Hardly. You can simply call me Ebenholz, if you so wish. |
| Ursula | Oh, your Lordy sort better not joke around with old codgers like m'self. |
| Ebenholz | It's no joke at all. You can just call me Ebenholz. |
| Ursula | Honest? |
| Ebenholz | Of course. |
| Ursula | Then if you don't mind me, please. |
| Hibiscus | Hello, Ms. Ursula! |
| Ursula | Oof, what's this Sarka– Bah, no! Slip of the tongue, Fräulein, I didn't mean that. Don't take it seriously, now! |
| Hibiscus | It's okay, Ms. Ursula, I'm used to it. |
| Ursula | Oh, no, no, I have to apologize... really, pardon me! What do you need Mein Herr for? Concert matters again? |
| Hibiscus | Not in particular. I wanted to ask if there was any change in Mr. Czerny's condition recently. |
| Ursula | You a doctor? |
| Hibiscus | I'm an operator from Rhodes Island. You can call me Hibiscus. |
| Ursula | So you and Andante are coworkers? |
| Hibiscus | Andante's a local operator. I'm here at Vyseheim on business from the landship. |
| Ursula | That's a relief, then. It's Andante who gives Mein Herr and me our medicine. Lots of folk get prescriptions from Rhodes Island, here in the Afterglow. Mein Herr, how's the last few days... |
| Czerny | Ahem. |
| Ursula | Mein Herr, she's a doctor, now, a doctor who cares about your health. This is good for you. |
| Czerny | I didn't ask her to come in! |
| Ursula | Well, that's silly, now. If you didn't let her in, she wouldn't be in here. |
| Czerny | ...... |
| Ursula | Last year's when he started feeling unwell. No change when spring came this year. Wouldn't be wanting to do any farewell concert otherwise. But since yesterday, he's been looking in much better spirits. |
| Hibiscus | Is there anything else as well? |
| Ursula | Let me think... |
| Czerny | Ursula! |
| Ursula | Alright, alright, m'lips are sealed. |
| Hibiscus | Thank you so much for your help, Ms. Ursula. If anything's the matter with Mr. Czerny, please give me a shout. |
| Ursula | No need to tell us. We'd be asking Rhodes Island for a look if something happened, anyway. |
| Czerny | Are you done? Are you happy? |
| Ursula | All done– –Oh, me and my memory! Said I'd make potato soup and forgot to even buy potatoes... I'll run back to the market now! |
| [Ursula leaves.] | |
| Hibiscus | Mr. Czerny... |
| Czerny | (Eyes practically full of fire) |
| Hibiscus | –Ms. Ursula, I'll come with you! I have some questions about cooking I'd like to ask you! |
| [Hibiscus runs off after Ursula.] | |
| Ebenholz | Well, since everyone else has taken their leave, we should also... |
| Czerny | Hold it. |
| Kreide | Herr Czerny... |
| Czerny | The key. |
| Kreide | Oma Ursula, your key! Don't forget your key! |
| [Kreide and Ebenholz runs off.] | |
| <Background 7> | |
| [Ebenholz and Kreide catches their breath after failing to catch up with Ursula.] | |
| Ebenholz | Huff, huff... I never would've imagined an old lady could be so fast. I was a hair from losing her... I owe it to you for helping me smooth things over back there. |
| Kreide | That's alright, I trust in you. I know you wouldn't do something like that just to be selected. |
| Ebenholz | ...... So, we've handed the key over. Now we should be finding a place in the Afterglow to rehearse. |
| Kreide | Can't we just perform right in the street, like everyone does? |
| Ebenholz | We're rehearsing, not busking. These lanes are too noisy. |
| Kreide | Oh. |
| Ebenholz | How about your home? Your grandfather just so happens to have vacated, and it wears me to death traveling over from the Cliffy Patio every day. Could I ask you to lay out a bed for me, and I stay at yours for the next while? |
| Kreide | I'd welcome you, gladly, but my place is a wreck. I'm scared you wouldn't settle in. |
| Ebenholz | I will, I will. Trust me. |
| <Background 8> | |
| Kreide | This is my home. |
| Ebenholz | Ergk... |
| Kreide | What's the matter? |
| Ebenholz | Is there something wrong...? (The room's too small, there's a draft from the window, the timber is molding, there's practically no soundproofing...) No, It's quite fine. Quite fine. –Hold on, there's only a single bed here. Where does your grandpa sleep? |
| Kreide | He sleeps in the bed. I sleep here on the floor. |
| Ebenholz | But... isn't this just a rug? |
| Kreide | For a rug, it's pretty nice, and I'm used to sleeping on it by now. If you're going to live here, then I'll stay on the floor. It's no problem. |
| Ebenholz | ...... |
| [Ebenholz thinks for a moment, before...] | |
| Ebenholz | Let's just rehearse for now. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Ebenholz | No good. I'm stuck at this mordent. |
| Kreide | It's alright. We can start again from the last bar on the line above. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Ebenholz | It's this mordent... |
| Kreide | Should I slow down slightly at this part? |
| Ebenholz | No need, it's only an ornament. I'm just being slightly hesitant. |
| <Background fades out and in> | |
| Ebenholz | –This again! |
| Kreide | Ebenholz, I'll drop the tempo. Don't put an ornament at the end there, just play through like it's a single note. |
| Ebenholz | The mark is printed on the score! |
| Kreide | But you're straining your breath all the way in the bar before, just so you can brace for the mordent. |
| Ebenholz | Fine. |
| |
| Kreide | Wonderful! We played it all the way through! |
| Ebenholz | But I omitted that ornament, and Czerny will hear that, I'm sure of it. |
| Kreide | It's alright, we still have time. |
| Ebenholz | Easily said. With the state we're in now, you've no need for further rehearsal. I'm the only one who still has to spend time on this. |
| Kreide | No, don't be like that. I have parts I'm not playing well myself. |
| Ebenholz | Really? |
| Kreide | Look, here. I didn't express these dynamics at all just now. |
| Ebenholz | You're right. |
| Kreide | And there's a few parts I've been barely forcing through. It's still too early to say I'm fluent. |
| Ebenholz | You gave me a heart attack. I thought you'd already completely mastered this. |
| Kreide | Haha. We've had so little time, and it's not like you could really be fluent in a single go. You have to take a lot of things nice and slow. |
| Ebenholz | You're right. Let's take a break for now, and then we'll work out all the kinks. |
| <Background 5> | |
| Gertrude | O'er lofty Hills, the Fiend steps into Twilight's Midst agaze. The Blood hides Plague within, slow beckons Death to creep all Ways. Pestilence from Shadow wanton spouts, spews Ruin in Prelude. Fades Finale's Ensemble; Woe deprives of Sun's last Rays. What do you think of these edits? |
| ??? | It's more or less the same as the previous edition. You're sure this prophecy will drive out the Rhodes Islander? |
| Gertrude | A prophecy alone likely isn't enough, but if we add Their Majesties' names, then use it as a pretext to cause a tiny little uproar... the chance it'll succeed is great, and there won't be any real harm should it fail. |
| ??? | Can you ensure the spread of this prophecy will be confined to the Afterglow? |
| Gertrude | Please be assured. Previous small-scale disseminations of prophecies have not left any traces of their spread; moreover, as an Infected settlement– |
| ??? | Then do it. |
| [Gertrude hangs up.] | |