The Lady Amalthea seemed unmoved by the sudden shift of the castle, simply rising from her place as Molly watched her. Grasping the silken folds of her gown she paced lightly over to the opening of the kitchen make to the main corridor. Molly took a long breath as she righted several earthenware cups that had toppled over.

	"That was the Red Bull, he has awaken for the evening," Molly said, seemingly as unphased as the Lady Amalthea was.

	"He burns, shaking the earth," The Lady Amalthea said in a soft voice as her hand rested against the cold stone. "He drives them, to the sea."

	"And he will drive the Lady Amalthea there if you try to take her," Molly warned as she sat there.