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Bat Bat did not help. She tried to walk and drag the sheet with queenly dignity, failed because she was still adjusting to human-sized legs, and nearly tripped on the very cloth preserving her honor. Two maids caught her instantly.
"Do not pull," one hissed.
"I was not pulling. The floor moved." Bat Bat replied.
"The floor did not move." One maid said.
"That sounds like an assumption."
The maids exchanged looks of deep spiritual fatigue.
They guided her toward the door in a small cluster, not unlike a group transporting a delicate explosive wrapped in linen.
As they stepped into the corridor, the whispering began at once.
"That is really Bat Bat." one maid said.
"I know it is really Bat Bat. I heard her." another one added.
The third one said, "How can she be that big overnight."
The fourth added, "Do not ask me. Ask the heavens."
The one who opened the door said, "She tried to kiss the Young Master. I saw it."
