Too Late for Begging

When I woke I was still in the carriage. Oh how they mock me.

But then it became clear to me that we were in The Place beyond the Realm. They made faces of pain to indicate that here was not the place to instruct and remonstrate; here was a place of silence, their faces begged.

Too late for begging! I cried. I held forth for some time.

Their faces took on heat and redness and I was quickly taken back to the carriage, and hence to my chamber.

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