Tap. Tap. She woke up in the dark. The electricity must be out she thought, but what had woke her? She sat still listening to the howling wind then Ta...p Tap. Startled she made her way in the dark to the front door. Tap tap. She peeked throught the door eye but saw nothing but a white blur. Tap Tap again. Unlocking the door she opened it and a pile of snow crashed through her door covering her feet up to her knees quickly no longer caring what made the sound she closed the door. Then the pile. But you'll have already realised that now. So I'll repeat my cautions. Just don't abuse any of your hygiene equipment, OK." Davinia looked dolefully up at Jane and Barked to answer 'yes' and demonstrate her comprehension. Sally gave Davinia one last affectionate hug and rose to chat to Jane. She saw Jane's bleary eye's flicker and nodded knowingly. "You're shattered aren't you?" Jane gave a long weary sigh. She stumbled sleepily into the drawing room and slumped on the. "On behalf of the Tiger People, I welcome the People of The White Elves to the Great Indian Forest." he announced with a smile and a bow. "In recognition of the legitimacy of your government, the Council of All Tiger People have appointed the Honored Elder Davdan, one of our most prominent Council Members and most senior of the fighting judges of the Tiger People of India, to be our Ambassador to The White Elves, in addition to her present duties." Why thank you, Leader Sandor!" Davdan said in. Ada mourned the news, but she didn’t mourn the loss of her father so much as she mourned her father’s life—the life he’d never really had, the life he had denied himself. She had hardly kept in touch with him after she had left his side, learning of his activities—or lack of them—from Aunt Martha. And now all she could feel for him was the sadness of what had never existed between them—or for him. The Reverend Albin had lived to be eighty-eight. Ada, who had always been told her dominate.