"My apologies… Master Tenen."
Her voice, that weak and meek, sounded as if echoing back to her mien showed no fear nor anxious. It showed simply rue and pity; for the failure she made might, if not would, ruin all her master had planned, turning all futile and rendering all forlorn… of that she knew the deal, despite knew as well her master liking for a bit of beautiful tragedy to decorate an ode her master wrote for his own amusement on his own grand stage,
