25. Caritas
The door to his darkened room cracks open.
"Come in," Freddy invites. "Don't mind the shutters – my eyes hurt."
Lobelia enters, tray in hand. "I brought tea," she announces, between offering and her old insistence.
But her hesitancy is new, so: "Won't you join me?"
Right answer: Lobelia fairly glows.
~0~
When Lúthien's foes about her thronged
In sleeping coils of spell-bound song,
She gazed upon the Darksome King,
Movèd by strange pitying,
And gave a gift he couldn't spurn:
Thy sister speaks and tells thee: Burn
With her godfire love for thee
Bond whence none can e'er be free!
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