While roberts away....

Things slow down considerably. The halls are mostly quite. The clock ticks silently. The spiders begin their weaving in the castle corners.

Mystress strides down the halls... wondering where everyone has gone. Where oh where are Her pets??? She goes into the great hall.. and moves to the throne at the end of the room. She lets loose with a series of whistles.. and then pauses and does another series, this one distinctly different from the first. She repeats the series and looks at the two pillows at Her feet. She cocks Her ear and listens for a moment for the sound of slave feet.. but the hall is silent. She patiently folds Her hands, closes Her eyes and appears to be running energy..

...but Her foot taps occasionally