The maid returned soon after passing the message. "Come here," said Maeve. When the maid walked to her, feeling all the more irritated, she said, "Make a flower wreath for me. I will wear it on my head. Make one more for the—'' she pursed her lips tight. She was about to say Emma. Where the hell was, she? Her frustration rose so high that she felt like getting up and hitting Emma. But she ended up gritting her teeth.
The maid went outside to order flowers. The goddess was nothing but a pesky rodent. If only she had a solution to spray on her. When she was making a flower headdress for her, Lazarus walked in. He was looking very composed, not what Maeve wanted or expected.
Maeve jerked her head up to see him. "Lazarus!" she cried. "Did you find Emma?" And the sudden jerk caused a spasm in her neck. She cried more.
Lazarus had to deflect that question and so ignoring it he said, "I had gone to visit the Shaman."
This raised her interest. "And?"
