The Rewards of Service

"Please, Mistress," Drego said, fighting to keep his voice level. To make sound was crude enough without bringing emotions into it. "I have always been loyal. I do not wish to leave your service."

The silent, robed figure glided into Drego's studiously downcast field of vision. A paper-dry hand gently lifted his chin until he met the Lady's eyeless gaze and sewn-shut lips. She smiled and gestured with an eloquent finger. Her other hand held a needle and thread.

"Ah," Drego said, his eyes kindling. "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you..."

He fell into silence once more, this time for good.