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That same night, as opposed to that self-same knight, Ward dreamt
furtively, and dreamt of the camisoled one, picturing her where the
Roinn Oideachais had been, lightly flipping through the pages of
the wide-ranging collection of magazines published by Conde Nast
which Ward kept ostensibly in his upper right hand desk drawer,
though, in fact, the magazines found their way into all of the nooks
and all of the crannies which Ward ostensibly meant to have kept
magazine-free, a problem for which the discerning and disapproving
eyes of this month's Jewish Mother reproached Ward from the vantage
of the calendar which, though hung out of reach, nonetheless was
always kept up-to-date, a convention of the castle which Ward had
never bothered to question.  The cloistered one seemed to gaze
rapturously upon the fashion models in their chiffon blue jumpsuits
and ill-fitting lingerie, and Ward strained to hear the murmurs
which tripped from her lips; however, no matter how much he bent
forward, cocking his ear like the loaded clip of the post office
tower which he'd taken from our hero, he was unable to identify
the sounds as words or phrases or anything but sounds unidentifiable
and unrecognizable.

Ward then made a mistake which was the particular trademark of all
of his dreams involving the clementine one, and which had given him
the theme by which to group them in the journal which he kept
religiously detailing his dreams, and which, even during a lucid
incidence, he was unable to avoid, which had led him to the by and
largely correct conclusion that he had an intemperate personality:
He became impatient.  He even raised his voice towards her, which
was accompanied by the undeniable yet inevitable -- see the above
comments -- aspect of the dream: the camoflaged one disappeared,
a mere flutter of her eyes the only acknowledged response to Ward's
inopportune behavior.  Ward slapped the table with his palm, flat,
which caused a tidal wave of coffee to make its appearance on the
table, next to Ward's hand, and onto one of the issues of _Traveler_
which Ward had neglected to put away before settling down to the
affairs of catching up to the cheoplastic one, with full intention
to at least obtain better photographs of her so as to make the
cardboard cut-out that much more life-like, though it had been life-
like enough already to cause the Roinn Oideachais much consternation
when, seating self, self had failed to notice her until the last
moment, thanks in part to the frantic gesticulation evidenced by
Ward, and then had attempted to apologize to her, which had amused
Ward though Ward had not realized that this was purely for his own
benefit as Roinn had most certainly not made up his mind as to
the character of Ward and had decided to humor him whenever possible.
This action, which Ward had perhaps registered under his hat as
being slightly exaggerated, perhaps even less than sincere, was the
rationalization provided by Ward when explicating the dream into his
journal as to why the seat taken up by the clandestine one had become
occupied instead by the Roinn Oideachais, who stated, in a very loud
voice which was well-known throughout the land as belonging
unmistakenly to the Roinn Oideachais, and, along with the panting
and wheezing of Roinn's horse, who, in spite of recommendation from
the doctor provided kindly by the castle, continued to be a two(2)-
pack-a-day smoker of Knightly Nimiety (tm) brand cigarettes, which
were, after all, also provided kindly by the castle, were considered
omens by the local peasants that they were soon to fall victim to
a Good Deed or two, that self very much wished to travel through the
Bavarian pinnacles so as to show off the new mesh which self was
intending, following the recipe which self was clipping without Ward's
permission, to sew for one's self, though, suddenly, the Roinn
Oideachais looked very, very disappointed with self's self and very,
very sad and tired, and wished outloud that self had been allowed to
become a boy scout, as self would at present know how to sew.  Ward
awoke with a start, wondering as he glanced over at the Roinn
Oideachais who seemed to be awaiting a response, if he would ever
finally meet the chloroformed one.