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[quote]"There’s dreams, and then there’s dreams," Inevitable Gremlin obliquely remarks. "Really, it all comes down to which of the Masters you prefer to deal with. Wines, of course, are the purview of Mr. Wines, keeper of secrets and lies. Books, to Mr. Pages, though he seems inclined to suppress them as much as promulgate them. I once had occasion to deliver a small library to Pages, who called it "providentical," of all things. And dreams, we must suppose fall under the heading of Spices, for the honey. Though Wines once told me that dreams properly fell under that heading…come to think of it, I still haven’t been paid for that night either. And some nights I lie awake thinking that dreams can’t possibly belong to the Masters…but then who do they belong to?" He takes a sip of wine. "Not that I’d ever ask them that. Or about any of the other secrets they think I don’t know. Though I suppose those secrets are where my confession is to be found."
He gives himself a shake, dislodging his scarf, which flutters to the floor. It starts creeping up the leg of the chair, determined to wrap itself around his neck again.[/quote]
Turning toward Gremlin, Lady Catherine remarks, "I have no opinion about whether any Master has any control of dreams, but I do know that Wines never pays his help; he expects them to scavenge the hall while cleaning up after party-goers. If that does not suit your circumstances, I recommend finding excuses not to accept offers of employment from … er, it."[/quote]
The lady laughs, "It’s practically tradition now to have an outstanding dept with Wines! One isn’t a proper citizen of the Neath until the lousy drunk owes you money. As for the rest, any might be said to have dominion over some dreams - Veils for song, Hearts for immortality, Cups for sculpture. But I rather think true, come-by-night, drive you to Bethlehem, hiding-behind-the-mirror dreams come from somewhere, rather than someone. A "somewhere" rather closer to the Neath than Above."