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Wednesday night Nora got word Abigail would be arriving in London tomorrow night. She would be staying at the public house of Kings Port. The Purple Tyrant had arranged for her to be placed in a certain room. She was taking the ship in the morning to Italy then she was going on to France. Nora knew the area well enough to know there was no good place to shoot from without getting caught. She had a night to think about the best way to kill Abigail and relieve Ada, Robert, and William of that burden. That night when she fell asleep instead of dreaming of weddings and honeymoons her dreams turned violent.

She was dressed in her finest and she was getting out of a stagecoach. Her dream-self did not understand why she was on a stagecoach. She always took the family carriage it did not make sense, but she would follow the progression of the dream to see where it would lead and what it would tell her. She was entering a public house and checking into one of the inns rooms. She looked tired it made sense for her to rest after a long trip. She ordered dinner to be sent up to her room and the inn keeper responded yes your grace she must be married.

She walked up to the stairs and opened the door to room six and went inside. Before she could turn on the lamp she was getting attack. There was something cold against her throa, and she watched as she fell to the floor blood all over her clothing spraying the bed and then there was nothing. Nora woke up gasping for air.

She sat up in a cold sweat gasping for air. But when she calmed herself she found she was in her room alone. It was dawn and she knew what the dream had given her the means of how she would kill Abigail. The evening would be busy. Tonight was the pre wedding party hosted by Caroline. If she caught her from behind she would not get any blood on her, and so she could dress for the party and not worry about a mess. She got out of bed and went down to the study to get a book. When she had dreams this intense she always looked to see if she could fine a meaning before she embarked out on a mission.

She pulled the Oneirocritica written by Artemidorus in the 2nd century AD off the shelf. It was a book about dream interpretation. She was surprise she found something about watching ones self being killed by your throat being cut. Nora was surprised the dream was considered a good omen. The interpretation went into details. If she had gotten up off the floor and survived she would achieve great success. She was relieved this was a favorable dream so she would take the inspiration it gave. After all, the writer guaranteed her hopes and dreams would be fulfilled. She replaced the book and she returned to her room, and went back to sleep. She needed her rest tonight. Tonight would be busy to say the least. She was tired she had been up most of the night feeling ill. She hoped she would get through the evening without being ill.

Nora woke after noon refreshed and ready for everything she faced today. She went downstairs to find her mother crying which she had been doing a lot lately.

"Mother what could possibly be wrong?"

Her mother smiled at her and sighed.

"I will not know what to do without you in the house. I will miss you?"

"Mother you will have Simon and Helen. Helen is only nine hardly old enough to leave the nest. The other thing is Percy likes London and spends more time here than in Cornwall so I will not be far at least no more than normal."

"I know I am being silly but I will miss you so much."

"I will miss you too mother and let us make a packed here and now that when we are both in town we will have dinner as a family every Sunday and you and I shall have tea each Wednesday. How is that?"

"That does make me feel better I do say. Very well Sunday's and Wednesday's are my time with you."

Nora hugged her mother and then left to eat for the first time in weeks. She felt like eating something other than toast and weak tea.

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