BelleDora, the buxom maid of Huÿgens, winked at Illi.
She was somewhat familiar, a nurturing presence that reminded Illi of the maid she and her parents had in their cottage in South Africa. Except that BelleDora had big hairy feelers, like a huge velvety moth, and that her father and mother wouldn’t have been careless enough to recruit a maid with such laisser-aller.
She was perhaps dead in that dirty hole, but she was obviously still alive in this dirty hole. They all claimed she was something hairy and funny… a what’s the name already? A grim shawl? whatever…
Bugger this…
She was having a hard time putting all her thoughts together. She felt like she was many people at once, and none of whom were of great help to her current adventure…
Perhaps she would have to play the game to discover more of what or who she was?
So she asked BelleDora to explain more about this strange land.
And BelleDora was more than eager to provide some answers…