John William Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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There was a scream, which went on for a long time.
And then the night rolled back in again.
After a few minutes there was a scrabbling at the lock, such as might be made by someone trying to manipulate a key held in several thicknesses of cloth, so as not to come into contact with the iron.
The door began to open, and wedged up against the bed.
“Will you not step outside, lady?”
The door creaked again.
“Will you not come dance with us, pretty lady?”
‘The voice had strange harmonics and an echo that buzzed around the inside of the head for several seconds after the last word had been spoken.
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Terry Pratchett
The door burst open., on the floor. Then she staggered across to the door, which was missing its key. But there were two heavy wooden bars, which she slotted into place.
There was a wooden shutter for the window.
They’d never let her get away with it again. She’d been expecting an arrow but ... no, something as simple as that wouldn’t have been enough fun.
She glared at the darkness. So ... there was this room. She didn’t even know which one it was. Three figures slid into the room. One looked up the bed, and the others poked into dark comers. Then one of them crossed to the window and looked out.The crumbling wall stretched down to the thatched roof entirely unoccupied.The figure nodded to two more shapes in the courtyard, its blond hair glowing in the moonlight.One of them pointed up, to where a figure, its long white dress billowing in the breeze, was climbing up the wall of the keep.The elf laughed. This was going to be more enjoyable than it’d suspected.Magrat pulled herself over the windowsill and collapsed, panting