29 May 1870, Sunday

Pre-dawn hours

Days in Sir Cosmo’s household are either extremely busy or astonishingly tranquil, there seems to be very little middle ground. Days of rest are few and far between as is evidenced by this night’s exploits.

The entire League, with the addition of Mr MacGregor and Miss Gordon, set off to investigate the hotel room occupied by our opponent, Sentenza. Upon arriving at the hotel, we split into three groups. Mrs Cuthbert, myself, Mr Salmalin, and Miss Gordon investigated the stables and kept any eye on the intrepid party climbing up to Sentenza’s window. The rest of the League, including Mr Ramsey, went in via the front door.

The two groups arranged a code and were soon inside Sentenza’s room. It quickly became apparent that he was not there and that there was very little for Mrs Cuthbert and I to do.

While we were waiting, Mrs Cuthbert and I cast a history spell upon the stables to see if we could divine any more information about the mysterious black shadow-stallion that Mr MacGregor had reported. It was Mrs Cuthbert’s suggestion that, should we learn more about the horse, we might be better able to trap Sentenza.

What we saw in our vision was much of normal stable life. However, what was not normal was the stallion. It was kept in the stable, but two stalls on either side had to remain empty, as no other horse would go near it. I do not blame them, as the horse is a massive creature with glowing red eyes. I could now see why Mr MacGregor was open to hearing my Mystical evidence against Sentenza as he had already encountered this creature by the time of our first meeting.

Near the end of the vision, we saw the horse leap out of its stall, nearly crushing a poor stable boy. It stood for a moment and then shook itself throughly, causing full tack to appear upon its body. Then it leapt into the shadow cast by a nearby building and disappeared.

Once the vision was concluded we waited for our companions to return. I wondered if they were finding anything of use in our quest to stop Sentenza, and, more importantly, something to keep the ghost of the sword from killing any more women. Mrs Cuthbert and I chatted a bit and then Mrs Cuthbert and Miss Gordon made some arrangements for the latter to instruct the former in the language of Kor. At this rate we will have no time for adventures, as our schedules will be full of our studies!

Salmalin kept silent watch upon us. I was very grateful for his company. I feel that I do not thank him enough for all that he does for us. It is that trick of making himself invisible. I must remember to take him aside after class and express my appreciation.

Suddenly there was no more time for conversation. The League came flying out the front door of the hotel and Sir Cosmo was calling for us to get into the carriages post-haste. Several people were shouting something about an attack on Lady Ottoline’s School as we climbed aboard. My heart chilled, for not only does my own dear Tattvik attend Lady Ottoline’s school, but I also could not think of another place in the city that housed such a large number of potential targets for the Ghost. The girls trained at Lady Ottoline’s are taught to be self-reliant and independent, much like the Ghost’s mother. I could not think for fear of what that monster could do, let alone if Sentenza were also there wreaking havoc. I could feel my hands chill inside their gloves as they balled into fists of their own accord. A few minutes into the ride I realized what a state I was in and tried to use one of the meditations that Mr Salmalin taught us on the trip back from Kor. I could not focus very well but it did calm me enough to allow me to think rather than panic. Mr Ramsey took a moment to inform me that one of the items of information found in the room was the name of the King who is now the Ghost of the Sword. Armed with the name of King Swinbold the Cursed we might now use our magiks more effectively against him.

The ride seemed interminable. Almost before the carriages stopped in front of the school, we were all piling out and running for the doors. We encountered several girls who were running for help. The girl said that a madman had broken into the house. Miss Sinclair stopped them long enough to ensure, to her satisfaction, that they knew where to go to summon the police and that they were not running off in a blind panic. Mrs Cuthbert and Mr Cuthbert stayed outside to keep and eye out for Sentenza.

Satisfied, we ran into the house and found more girls and young women in the lobby. They were obviously regrouping for a full evacuation of the house and we left them to it. They reported that Lady Ottoline was trying to stop the madman and pointed us toward the gymnasium. It is the former ballroom of this massive house (it used to be a country estate, before London grew up around it). We hit the door in a confused heap and had to sort ourselves out.

In the room, Lady Ottoline and Miss Vicky were working with, of all people, Rip Chigwidgeon, to contain the Ghost, for that is who it was. Mr Ramsey and I had a brief consultation/argument over which spell would be most effective. He wanted to chase it away, I wanted to bind it so we would know where it was. I must have convinced him for he quickly talked Lieutenant Wooster out of his brandy flask so we would have an object to bind the ghost to. I asked Miss Sinclair, who was already heading back to help the girls, to send Mrs Cuthbert to us. I quickly penciled a note and pinned it to my shoulder so that Mrs Cuthbert would know what spell we were casting when she arrived, and Mr Ramsey and I began chanting.

I knew that we would need a lot of power to bind such an old and hostile spirit and was greatly relived when Mrs Cuthbert’s strong, confident voice joined Mr Ramsey’s and mine. I tried very hard to focus only on the spell, as so much was riding on it’s successful completion. It took many minutes to gain the requisite energy and I could not help but notice the terrible damage the Ghost inflicted on Lady Ottoline, Miss Vicky, Sir Cosmo, Lieutenant Wooster, Mr Caine, and Mr Chigwidgeon as they all tried to hold it at bay.

The worst moment came when Edward flew out of nowhere and landed on the Ghost’s head. In one sickeningly smooth movement the ghost reached up and sliced into Edward with one of his knives. Edward fell off in a heap, bleeding and unconscious. I kept most of my attention on the spell. I knew that to break concentration at this point might be disastrous, at the very least giving the Ghost more time to injure our people as they sought to contain it.
Sir Cosmo cried out and Lady Ottoline and Miss Vicky moved in a coordinated strike against the Ghost while Sir Cosmo dove across the floor, scooping Edward up and out of harms way. Miss Chigwidgeon ran to both of them and Lieutenant Wooster, Mr Caine, Mr Salmalin, and Mr Chigwidgeon closed in to keep the Ghost from pursing Edward and Sir Cosmo. The Ghost spared no one in his fury and all of the fighters were injured to one degree or another. Trusting that they would continue to contain our foe, I returned full concentration to the spell. The power came quickly now and I uttered the words of command to bind the spirit of King Swinbold.

For a moment he froze, a terrible look upon his face, then four swords plunged into his body, a cudgel struck him across the face and Salmalin broke his neck. I could hear the bones crack. Then he faded and his incorporeal form was drawn to the flask and bound within it.

I took a deep centring breath and suddenly realized that I could hear the sound of rocket fire outside the manse. Our work was not yet finished. The others of the League ran out to see how they could assist.

Mrs Cuthbert ran to Edward laid hands upon him, healing him of his terrible injury. I am so glad that Miss Sinclair did not have to see the terrible wound that the Ghost made in Edward’s arm. Mrs Cuthbert was quite tired after healing Edward so we bandaged the other’s wounds in a more conventional fashion. Blood had spilled across the floor like water, we can only be grateful that no one was killed.

I felt a very strong need to keep hold of the flask and ensure that the Ghost could not escape. I particularly did not want Wooster to get hold of it accidentally. I do not know what would happen if one drank from a flask where a demon-ghost was bound but I am certain that it would be bad. I was particularly reminded that many of our League cannot see and hear what Mrs Cuthbert, Mr Ramsey, Mr Salmalin, and I do through Mystic Means. That they continue to take on faith the things that say are happening around us speaks greatly to the trust they put in us and our abilities. In this case, given the stresses we were all under, it was incumbent upon me to prevent any accident from inadvertently freeing this spirit.

Soon I was recalled to duty. A church across the street was on fire, and Miss Chigwidgeon came running to get me. I did not run as I did not want to risk dropping my charge but soon enough I was out the main doors and could see the top two floors of the church tower lighting up the night sky. In addition, to the chaos caused by the fire, Mr MacGregor, who must have caught back up with us after staying behind in the hotel, was atop the demon-horse and trying to control it. Too much needed to be done at once so Mr Ramsey and Mrs Cuthbert took on the horse while I tried to put out the fire in the church.

My spell was successful and the fire was soon out. Mr Ramsey and Mrs Cuthbert had driven the horse away, it dove into the shadow of a wall and escaped. Unfortunately Mr MacGregor was slightly injured. He was slammed into the brick wall that the horse disappeared into. Fortunately before we had come upon the scene, Miss Sinclair had managed to relive the horse of the cursed sword. During the fray, Cousin George appeared again. Since it was apparent all things were contained for the moment, I sent him as a runner for Mrs Godwin and the order of St. Jerome. Not only did we have the Ghost of the King trapped in Lieutenant Wooster’s flask, we had the sword (courtesy of Miss Sinclair), and the Undead bounty hunter Sentenza. Sentenza was trapped in the rubble of the church. Miss Gordon had bound his hands as he tried to claw his way up and out of the rubble, whereupon he acted as if he were truly dead. I checked his aura and found, unsurprisingly that he was still undead and suggested that we should take the precaution of gagging his mouth, which Miss Gordon promptly did. Whereupon he opened his one good eye and glared at me. I really dislike the Undead.

While we were discussing what other precautions to take in securing Sentenza against Mrs Godwin’s arrival, Mr Chigwidgeon strode forward with a long pipe and sledgehammer salvaged from the wreckage and proceeded to pound the stake through Sentenza’s chest, effectively pinning him. Upon completing this self-appointed task, Mr Chigwidgeon made some comment to the effect that you always pin the Undead to the ground. Miss Chigwidgeon took him aside and they had a rather heated exchange.

I think we were all shocked to see Mr Chigwidgeon take in the situation so calmly. I find it very interesting that he has had previous experience with the Undead and am now beginning to wonder if we might find, with his permission, some role for him with one of our allies. I wonder if Lady Ottoline could use someone of his abilities. Mr Chigwidgeon stayed with us until Mrs Godwin and her assistants arrived and then he said he would need to go and report to Mr Morgan that the killer had been dealt with.

While all this was happening, the police arrived. Sir Cosmo, Lady Ottoline, and Mr MacGregor went round to the front to give them a cover story and distract the local constables from the activity round back. Mr and Mrs Cuthbert’s carriage was parked in front of the sticking up part of Sentenza and the big metal stake sticking out of his rubble pile while we waited for Mrs Godwin. Edward and Salmalin had taken off in the small clockwork carriage to inform Our Employer’s office of the nights events. We definitely needed as much help as possible tying up loose ends from this day’s activities.

It was past one in the morning when Mrs Godwin’s carriage pulled up and we were all feeling the strain. The entire League had been up by dawn in order to travel to London on Saturday. Now it was very early Sunday morning and we had still not slept in our own beds.

Mrs Godwin was very interested in our captive. She moved his spirit, or spirits, it turned out that there were three in his body, into her orb and compelled him to answer our questions.

Sentenza had been hired by a Mr Skidmoore of Denver in the United States of America to ruin Dr Wilson’s reputation, and then either kill Dr Wilson outright or, for even more money, bring Dr Wilson back to the States and give him into the custody of Mr Skidmoore for torture and execution. Sentenza used the pickle brine and various alcoholic beverages to keep his body somewhat preserved and not so foul smelling. The raw meat he had eaten to speed healing of various injuries. The list of people he hoped to target he gleaned by following us and inquiring about our activities, plain old detective work, he called it.

Mrs Godwin asked some more questions about what we had observed of Sentenza and then examined him closely. She declared that there were three spirits present. The human soul of Sentenza, the spirit of an American Native Undead called a Manitou and the trapped spirit of a being called the Great White Stallion of the Plains. Sentenza had apparently killed the White Stallion and somehow captured it’s energy. The Black Stallion we had seen had been broken to serve him and it may have been set free by our actions. Mrs Godwin decided the best course would be to remove Sentenza to the Chapterhouse for further study before attempting to separate the three spirits and, at the very least, free the White Stallion to balance out the Black.

Sometime during this discussion, Sir Sebastian arrived. He dispersed the constables, allowing Sir Cosmo, Lady Ottoline, and Mr MacGregor to join us. Apparently the young women of Lady Ottoline’s had also provided considerable distraction in the form of hysterics once the police arrived so no one thought to check round back where we were.

Sir Sebastian is Our Employer’s counterpart on the Domestic side of things and came to help us as Our Employer was still unavailable. Once Sir Cosmo, Lady Ottoline, and Mr MacGregor arrived, we briefed them on what we had learned. I consulted Mrs Godwin regarding the sword that Miss Sinclair still had possession of and the bound spirit in my possession. She and Mr Ramsey could think of no way to permanently dispel the curse on the Ghost. It was decided that Sir Sebastian would return the sword to the church and post a guard over it, and the Order would design and present and much more secure reliquary for the sword to the church. The ghost and it’s flask would be imprisoned in a lead box and as many obstacles as possible would be put in the way of the Ghost rising again.

Once the site was secure in the hands of Mrs Godwin’s agents and Sir Sebastian’s agents we, at last, returned home to Sir Cosmo’s house to sleep. It is well past two o’clock on Sunday morning but, as is often the case in such affairs, I found myself quite unable to rest until I had completed this record. I did successfully guide Miss Sinclair through one of Mr Salmalin’s meditations and she fell fast asleep within a few minutes. Now that I have reached the end of this accounting, I will turn to my own rest as well.

29 May 1870, Sunday
after breakfast

Miss Chigwidgeon has shown me the most alarming letter from Mr Graham. I have sent an urgent note to Mr Ramsey, requesting his consultation on the matter. Now there is nothing to do but go to church and pray.

~Later~

After consulting with Mr Ramsey and Mrs Cuthbert it appears that there is no immediate danger to Nigel Graham. Mrs Cuthbert was able to get quite a clear vision of Nigel writing a letter whilst seated in an empty church. The vision was of current time and Nigel seemed safe. Mr Ramsey did feel that the young man’s dreams should be reported to the Order at once as they may indicate that Vampires, of all things may, be loose in London.

If it is not one Undead Fiend it is another, however, it seems that there is no action for the League to take at this time. I did take a moment to respond to a letter from Mrs Godwin’s secretary indicating that I would arrive Monday at 2 o’clock for the afternoon appointment he suggested. Perhaps I will learn more of what to watch for when I meet with her.

We took advantage of Mr Ramsey’s presence an held our lesson in the Mystic arts, since we did not have time to meet at all yesterday. As I had promised, I found Miss Chigwidgeon and invited her to participate. She seems interested in learning all manner of mystical things.

That reminds me, I must check in with Mother about the travelling chemistry set if I am to offer lessons to Miss Chigwidgeon and Edward in the near future. I hope mother has recovered from her upset. I have, several times today, take the opportunity to thank Sir Cosmo for his thoughtful gift. I am still embarrassed at my behaviour yesterday.

Sir Cosmo has just come in to ask if I would be available to chaperone Miss Chigwidgeon as he has invited her to accompany him to Lord Greyminster’s house for tea this afternoon. Of course I said I was certainly available. I must change quickly so as to be ready.

~Later~

The sun is setting, the days are longer now. In just the few weeks we were gone it feels like we have skipped from dreary winter into joyous spring.

I had a very nice time at the tea with Lord Greyminster. He expressed his clear approval of Miss Chigwidgeon. I had an opportunity to speak frankly to him and he responded in a very frank and open matter. I do not think I will entrust his words to even my own coded diary. I shall keep them to myself as he has asked. At the end of our visit, Lord Greyminster asked me if I liked the opera. I love the opera, did he know that, before he asked, I wonder? Regardless, he requested that Sir Cosmo, Miss Chigwidgeon and I take his place at a concert to be given by the wonderful French Soprano Madame Gabriella Ducarrielle at the Criterion Theatre on Wednesday.

Sir Cosmo looked somewhat trapped, but I was thrilled. I do not get many opportunities to go to the theatre, and opera, my first love, is often beyond the reach of my finances. There will be a reception as well and Lord Greyminster told Sir Cosmo no donation was required of him. I didn’t quite understand that. I do know that Sir Cosmo is generous to a fault, however.

Parts of today have been glorious and parts have been most unsettling. Nigel Graham is due to return by train tomorrow. I hope that we will be able to talk with him soon. Also, we were reminded that we still have some loose ends to wrap up in the case of the Bounty Hunter. Mrs Cuthbert and Mr Ramsey checked in with the Order regarding the spell books of Sentenza and were told that Sentenza’s second hiding place had already been cleaned out before the Order got to it. Apparently Sentenza has an ally loose in London.

I will mediate before retiring and see if any guidance is provided.

30 May 1870, Monday

I had a quiet morning with the ladies of the house and Mr Salmalin. We have returned to our studies and spent much of the morning exercising both our minds and bodies. Now I am preparing for my appointment with Mrs Godwin.

I have alerted Graves to my requirements for transportation. I also took a moment to check in with him about Tattvik. It seems that she has been a great help around the house. Her duties with Graves and her schooling at Lady Ottoline’s keep her quite busy. I was relived to hear that she was home at Sir Cosmo’s during the altercation Saturday night. Graves said something about her being disappointed that she missed the fray. I am glad she was well out of it. Though I am also pleased that she is learning the skills she would need to keep safe in this dangerous world. I will leave a note in her room before I go, letting her know that I am thinking of her and that I miss her companionship.

Sir Cosmo caught me as I was coming back from Tattvik’s room. Apparently Mr MacGregor stopped by yesterday and asked to meet with the League to compare notes, he also asked after me in particular. I am not sure what to think about that. It does please me, perhaps more than it should. Mr MacGregor has been invited for tea. I told Sir Cosmo that I was just on my way out, but that I would see to it that I returned in time for the meeting.

~Later~

I came home from my meeting with Mrs Godwin to find a note from Mr Ramsey inviting me to attend a seminar this evening at the Chapterhouse. He will be here for tea in just a few hours. I shall tell him I accept at that time.

Mrs Godwin and I had quite a nice conversation though I had forgotten several of the questions I wished to ask. She told me about Slayers and the purpose of the Order. Apparently a Slayer named Magda has been very active in the Carpathians. She has made it a very uncomfortable place for vampires. Mrs Godwin suggests that, as a result of the Slayer’s activity, vampires may be moving into London. She takes Nigel’s dream very seriously, for which I am grateful. I hope the young man returns safely today.

Mrs Godwin has arranged for me to receive training from Mr Paul Haversham in Alchemy, as she thinks that it might be a good fit with the type of magik I am drawn to and my training in chemistry. She arranged for me to get a list of a standard Watcher’s kit. I must assemble my own if we are to be fighting vampires as she indicated that magik is not often effective against them.

I think perhaps it might be wise to ask Mr Ramsey to give a presentation to the League regarding Vampires and methods of dealing with them. Mr Salmalin may also have some insights into ways of dealing with this new threat.

Mrs Cuthbert had asked me to follow-up on a note she had sent to Mrs Godwin regarding Mr Chigwidgeon. She and I are both concerned about the numbers of spirits that are delaying their proper rest in order to visit retribution upon Mr Chigwidgeon once he crosses out of this life. Mrs Godwin did not have any specific suggestions for how he might atone for his past actions. She confirmed that he should be informed, if he is willing to hear, but that her presence would only confuse matters.

I ended the visit by assuring Mrs Godwin that she could call upon me if help was needed in dealing with Sentenza. I also offered my services in designing a more effective code for the various members of the Order to use when in the field. After my experience with Mr Andrew Pryce’s journal, it seemed that a more robust code might be helpful.

Upon my return home, I checked in with Mrs Cuthbert regarding Mrs Godwin’s advice and we plan to set up and interview with Mr Chigwidgeon very soon.

Miss Chigwidgeon is here with yet more disturbing mail. I must set this aside and give her what help I can.

~Later~
After tea

He proposed to her! There is so much work to be done. I must call upon Mr Chigwidgeon tomorrow morning and inform him of the news. I will send a note around at once.

I do not have time to record the full details of the afternoon as I must get ready for the seminar that Mr Ramsey is escorting me to at the Chapterhouse of the Order of St Jerome.

~Later~

I see that I left much of interest out of my previous entry. I will try to record the details in full before retiring for the night.

When Miss Chigwidgeon came to me earlier today to ask for some help with her letters, I found that she had two difficulties. One letter from Nigel Graham. It was the letter that Mrs Cuthbert had seen him writing in the church. It was quite long and detailed more of his dreams. He keeps having the phrase “the Day of Reckoning” appear in his dreams. This last one involved him voluntarily getting into a coffin and being lowered into the ground. He was even more disturbed by this dream when he woke, for he had been happy in the dream, even as he had heard the grave fill in around him. Nigel is also having difficulty with an impudent scullery maid who made a bid for his favours and was quite angry when he declined her attentions. He had further trouble with his co-worker, and cousin, John, who was surly and rude to him all weekend. In addition, the scullery maid found favour with John so Nigel was frequently exposed to her company. The only fortunate thing was that John and Nigel were providing vigil service day and night and so the only time they had to see each other was to wake the other up for his duty.

It seemed that the contents of this letter would be best dealt with by meeting with Nigel in person tomorrow as planned. The second letter was more disturbing to Miss Chigwidgeon as it was the third letter from Lord St Simon, a man she danced with earlier this season. His letter brought to a head all her confused feelings about Sir Cosmo, Mr Salmalin, and Mr Graham. For while she has no interest in St Simon himself, his letter raised the spectre of yet another man who demonstrated serious interest in courting her.

After talking with her, it was very clear that she knew where her heart lay. She just did not know if Sir Cosmo returned her feelings. I was confident that he did. Regardless, this matter needed to be dealt with before closing off other options. If we were wrong and Sir Cosmo did not return her affections, it was best that she know now. She agreed to ask him for an interview.

She and I approached his office, and Miss Chigwidgeon became predictably tongue-tied. I spoke on her behalf, getting us into his office and closing the door quickly. I could hear Miss Sinclair berating Edward for some transgression and so was assured of some privacy for this delicate interview.

I tried to speak as little as possible, but with both principals suffering from acute shyness, someone had to take matters in hand. Miss Chigwidgeon got hold of herself at last and told Sir Cosmo of her feelings. He blinked quite a lot, and, at last, said that he also shared those feelings. Apparently they both fell in love the moment they met, long before our adventures began! It is strange to note that clear declarations of love were made with Sir Cosmo barricaded behind his massive desk and Miss Chigwidgeon seated in one of the guest chairs. Looking back, it was probably quite a good thing that they were both seated for most of the interview.

I was quite pleased, but I reminded Sir Cosmo that something of a more formal nature would be necessary for me to leave them unchaperoned. Sir Cosmo then rose rather unsteadily, came round to Miss Chigwidgeon’s chair, knelt at her feet and asked her hand in marriage. It was lovely to hear Sir Cosmo call Miss Chigwidgeon by her Christian name. She accepted his proposal. I watched for a moment to make certain he could regain his feet. He settled into a chair next to his betrothed and I left them alone for a few minutes while I had Graves make up some tea for them. Graves knows exactly how to make excellent tea. I returned to the room and they both looked at me, obviously they had run out of things to say and were unsure of what to do next. I served them both, noting that their hands were still a bit shaky.

I asked Sir Cosmo in a most bracing tone when we could expect our guests for tea. That seemed to help him return to the here-and-now. We made brief plans to inform the household of the engagement at the beginning of tea. I offered to visit Mr Chigwidgeon and inform him of the news. I hope that he will take it well, since nothing on earth could pry Miss Chigwidgeon from Sir Cosmo’s side.

I again stepped out to ask Graves to ensure that the entire household was present for the beginning of tea and realized that one person, above all, should be given the grace of a few minutes advance notice of this news. I quickly sought out Mr Salmalin, who was already in the parlour. I pulled him into another room, closed the door, and informed him Sir Cosmo and Miss Chigwidgeon had just become engaged. I babbled something about knowing that he seemed devoted to Miss Chigwidgeon, and not knowing what form that devotion took, feeling that he should have advance notice and a chance to compose himself. Not that I have ever really seen him when he was not composed. I just, I don’t know, wanted him to have a bit of time before the full announcement was made.

Given his lack of reaction, I felt very foolish. Perhaps I had mis-read his actions toward Miss Chigwidgeon. However, it seems that no matter how much of a fool I make of myself I am able to carry on. We returned to the parlour just as Sir Cosmo entered with Miss Chigwidgeon on his arm. I caught quite the arch look from Miss Sinclair, perhaps her wrath at Edward will now be directed at me. Fortunately, at the time, I was quite giddy myself and I actually do not remember much of what was said at the tea, which was ostensibly to update Mr MacGregor regarding the events of last night. All I know is that I nodded and smiled a lot and was impervious to Miss Sinclair’s displeasure.

Now, of course, it occurs to me that some of her concern might be allayed if I let her know the very favourable reaction Lord Greyminster had to Miss Chigwidgeon. It was that, in particular, that allowed me to encourage Miss Chigwidgeon to declare herself to Sir Cosmo. I hope that this does not damage our relationship. I will have to sit down with her privately and find out.

The seminar that Mr Ramsey escorted me to was most interesting and his company was very agreeable. The cool evening air helped me reclaim my wits and I only caught myself making checklists for the wedding once during the lecture. Despite the serious nature of the subjects discussed, nothing could dampen my happiness.

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