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was unaware.   Maybe he does it when I’m sleeping .   She couldn’t think of any other time he would be able to get into that room without her seeing him.  
    A big open room with mirrors covering the walls was particularly beautiful and perplexing at the same time.   Mirrors of that size would have been very expensive and even more difficult to bring here , Mira thought as she stood in front of one which was taller than herself and three times as wide.   The mirrors all had different sized carved frames.  
    The strangely enchanting, eerie room held Mira’s attention for hours.    She turned round and round watching herself in all the mirrors by candlelight.   She wondered what the room was for. Dancing maybe?   There were a number of musical instruments in the store room .   Maybe he’s had some sacrifices that could play or dance.  
    The next room was smallish and decorated with sea shells and other water things.   In the center of the room stood a large, metal, claw foot bathing tub.   Space for a small fire or hot coals was beneath the tub, and a warmer for extra water waited next to it.   Towels and a dressing gown adorned a rack near a comfortably cushioned chair.   There was also a tub for washing her clothes on the far wall, but the bathtub kept her attention.
    Water in the basin next to the tub appeared clear and clean, as did the water in the tub itself.   With some excitement, Mira lit the coals under the tub.   Then she lit the coals under the warming basin for more water and went to the library for a book while she waited for the water to warm.   Returning to the room with a small, leather-bound poetry book, Mira set it on the chair and began to take off her clothes.   Momentarily she glanced around.   She always wondered if he was watching her, but the feeling was more palpable when she was undressing or trying to fall asleep.   Still she managed to undress and quickly got into the water.   An odd sense of safety enveloped her , when the water covered her body, and she reached for her book.
    As Mira lounged in her bath, it occurred to her that she was being pampered probably as well as any noble in the domus to the south.   Lord Tiernay certainly knows how to try and keep his women happy, she thought.   Unfortunately, that thought led to morbid ideas.   If he’s so good at making sure his women have everything they could want that only leaves a couple alternatives.   The women beg for death because he is so vicious in his feeding, or they die from the loneliness.
    Mira grew up with many people always around.   Continued explorations of her chambers brought her to realize exactly how solitary this life was.   He must keep us alone so that we won’t run away.   A person doesn’t long for something as badly, if she’s not being tempted by it.  
    After she was familiar with everything her chambers had to offer, she dedicated nearly all her time to reading the books in her small library.   They were mostly history books or folklore.   Some of them were in languages she didn’t know.    Other books were so old they all but fell apart when she picked them up.   Perhaps if I get too incredibly bored I could spend some time rewriting the more badly damaged ones.   Periodically she glanced at the diaries from the deceased girls before her, but studious ly found other things to read.  
    Eventually, she set herself a routine. She found that her water was replaced regularly, and her store room was continually replenished.   There were occasions that she felt as though she was being watched.   But she was never able to catch him in her chambers even when she tried to wait up and see him.
    Several weeks’ worth of her solitary existence, in what she came to see as a prison, eventually made her desperate enough for company, and she ventured out the door at the farthest end of the hall.   Carrying a lantern in one hand, wearing one of the simpler dresses, and walking cautiously