Chapter Seven

It is customary, much of the time, for one to take a break half way through a story. This is called an intermission. As this tragic tale takes thirteen chapters to tell, the beginning of chapter seven would be more or less the most accurate place for an intermission, and I highly recommend you take one at this moment. Also, despite the fact that most intermissions are between ten and fifteen minutes, you may find it even more relaxing to take a five year intermission, in order to forget the woeful things that you have seen so far, and prepare yourself for the misery that lay ahead. With contemplation, I am sure you will discover that there are a great many things that one could accomplish in a five year intermission that would be quite enjoyable.

One could complete five years of college, giving them the right to put a piece of paper on their wall that says 'I know more than you do, even if I don't'. One could go to cooking school, learning how to prepare several culinary masterpieces, such as tiramisu, crudités, or shanklish. One could even decide to merely sleep in for one thousand, eight hundred and fifty books at the rate of one book a day.

Any one of these activities would be far more delightful or joyful than reading what happened after Beatrice was pulled back from the secret door in Lady Audrey's room, which is an incident I must now describe, regardless of how much I desire to learn how to prepare shanklish instead.

Nevertheless, Beatrice was indeed pulled back from the door, yelling in surprise and fear. Unable to see the hand that was pulling her, Beatrice could not imagine who would be doing such a thing, as no one else was in the flowerbed, to her knowledge. Quickly she fell out of the rooms, scratching her arms on the doors and walls as she attempted to regain her balance and cease being dragged. It was useless, however, as the person behind her was much stronger than she was. When she was pulled out of the secret room all together, her shoulders were grabbed and she was turned face to face with the mysterious person, whom she was terrified to learn was Lady Audrey.

"Lady Audrey!" gasped Beatrice. "What are you doing…" Lady Audrey spoke before Beatrice could finish her sentence.

"I forgot something in my room, child. Whatever could you have wanted in there, in the first place?"

"I… I…" Beatrice was at a loss for words, for, when one is doing something as shameful and dishonest as sneaking into a bedroom without permission, there are often no words to say.

Lady Audrey looked throughout the room, attempting to learn if anything had been altered.

"Child," she asked, "What were you doing in my room?"

"I… I was looking for something."

"What, exactly, were you seeking?"

"I would very much prefer to be left alone right now," pleaded Beatrice.

"Did you go through my premade dinners? You could have just requested one," Lady Audrey asked, pointing at the jars of soil.

"No, ma'am," said Beatrice, annoyed and anxious.

"Were you trying to put on one of my dresses?" Lady Audrey signaled to the dresses of brambles and flowers. "I don't believe that they would have fit you."

"Ma'am, please allow me back to my bed," pleaded Beatrice, attempting to keep her cool, a phrase which her means 'not let her emotions out, despite how difficult it may have been'.

"Is it possible that you were trying to take my eagle quill? I wish you'd leave it alone, as it is a souvenir from-"

"No, I wasn't trying to take anything!" Beatrice interrupted.

---- At this point I must apologize. My research into the incidents of Chapter 7, the rain drops, white ribbon, and adamant flowers is not yet complete. I archive here, with the promise that, very soon, I will alter the pages accordingly.

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