Jul 15, 2007 18:53
A lot of people are leaving tonight.
Only, if you look at it another way, a lot of people will be arriving elsewhere tonight. And arrivals should be greeted.
Eustace has emptied out his room in the House of Arch -- not that he'd ever collected much in there -- walked through the stables, and finally arrived at the front door.
There's a smile on his face as he looks around the bar a last time; then, with no hesitation, he opens the door and steps through.
There'll be people to welcome in that green land, soon.
All that's left, when the door closes, is a scent of lilies, and an errant wisp of hay on the floor.
eustace scrubb