Runt Odel is back, transformed

Runt Odel was singing. She had finally triumphed over Ren du Lot in court, but only because he hadn’t shown up. Her joy at winning soon turned to curiosity. “Where on earth is Ren du Lot?” Around her neck

Runt Odel was not sure what was happening. Things seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Townsfolk she thought she knew well had disappeared from view. Ren du Lot, for instance, did not come to his door when

Runt Odel bit her tongue. The Count was due any minute, and Runt’s table was littered with papers. Organized piles of papers to be sure, but littered none the less. The Count hated piles. He hated papers.