He stepped into the moonlight and looked don as he heard her hurl out some more desperate words. "Oh God, do not anger at the taking of my own life. Forgive me, Lord, and accept my spirit!" she announced. She plunged the dagger deep into her own chest and pulled it down through to her belly. Her twinging body dropped to the ground. While in weak convulsions she thrust the dagger to its limit, then lay motionless. Lloyd dropped his glass, its breaking sounding like a the chorus of mourning angels, and he looked upon the scene, in horror and breathed out a word as his eyes were enveloped in tears. "NO!" was all that he said, and he sank down to his knees and clasped his hands. Her light and silky gown was dyed in the warm scarlet of her own blood flowing, steadily, from her heart. Lloyd prayed. He could do nothing to save her. By the time that he realized her intentions, it was too late. On the terrace tiles, he prostrated himself to the great, true and living God. He prayed for forgiveness, for not helping her, and then prayed to God to accept the girl's spirit and forgive her for her act. Inside the mansion, many guests waited for their sovereign to make the first toast of the evening, while Lloyd made his own salute to the girl, whose name he did not know, that he watched die this night. Lloyd was the first one to mourn for her, and in some strange way, he believed that God mourned for her after him. The ballroom was full of people that were having a good time. They were all laughing and dancing, and making conversation with one another while standing near the many tables full of food and wine. Boy was running around, letting guests into the house and serving others with refreshments. Hartford still searched aimlessly for Mercedes, and he constantly asked Boy if he knew where she was. Boy finally became annoyed and told him to stop asking because he never saw her, but he did promise to tell Hartford when he did. After that, Boy went and served two of Brook's most loyal friends with some stronger spirits. Miel and Cassta were already quite drunk but they didn't like to admit to such a thing. Only if they ever reached the point of utter unconsciousness did they admit to being 'somewhat intoxicated.' Now, however, they were fine. They were in a happy state and so they made jokes to each other. "I do so wish that Brook had more of these gatherings." said Miel. "This is quite a party, Cassta!" Cassta laughed while trying to swallow his drink, so letting some spill onto his shirt front. "Yes. It's almost as interesting as those parties that I host!" he said in return. Miel had a comical expression aimed at him, resembling 'shame on Cassta', but he couldn't hold it very long because Cassta crossed his eyes at him.