The dowager countess closed the door behind her and exhaled.
She had dismissed the butler earlier. She needed to be alone now, to recoup her strength. Something about Walli Wud exhausted her. Perhaps the stark black and white contrast, masked by the soft feathering of the points he made...
Regardless, she felt as if she had appeased him, put him off the scent for now.
She crossed the darkened room, and sank into her puffy chair. Shadows played along the wall (in the cave, with the bone...) and the only light in the room came from the picture window, casting 8 rectangles of light on the floor, each growing in size as the spread across the boards. (It was a dark and stormy night. Outside the monster painted)
The dowager countess sighed. She looked at her tiny wrinkly hands. The gold rings clicky clacked as she moved her little Vienna sausage fingers.
Things were going according to plan. With the help of the Arabs, the makeshift temple would soon be complete. England's history with the dark monsters of other was inchoate compared to the rich history of mystery of the east. Stonehenge was barely a construction compared to the mosques and palaces of the orient. True temples for the elder gods to call home. Here, you stack up a pile of rocks and throw on some mushrooms and a few fairies come to dance. If you are lucky.
The pyramids of Egypt, the Gardens of Babylon. The guardian statue that held the mouth of the sea for millennia, THOSE were worthy structures. She glanced at the desk seeing the plans for the sporting court and the pig run.
Well, with the Arabs help, soon Downton Abbey would take its proper place as a gateway to beyond.
In the shadows, out of sight, the ghost of Penelope looked on the dowager countess and was concerned
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