Her body passed through the door like smoke.  No-one saw her, no-one heard.  So near and yet forever beyond her touch.  She watched the rich tapestries ripple in the breeze as the door opened behind her, but felt no wind on her cheek.  The banqueting table lay burdened with spring’s first fruits, but she smelt no sweet spice. 

Queen Galiana did not see her walk the length of the table up to her waist in platters and tureens.  Such a neat punishment for those left to live, never to see the punished.  Out of sight and forgotten.

But I will not forget.   You pretend mercy and wisdom.  But where is my mercy?  Where is my forgiveness?  How long must I wait for you to turn aside your wrath?  How many more dark centuries until my redemption comes?

Galiana’s eyes met hers.  Duana’s chest tightened around her indrawn breath, but only for a moment.  She knew they looked straight through her and always would.