Gloomy was the street of Hadien and the clouds still didn’t let up, it rained rather heavily yet it was not ready to let up, the clouds became darker and it continued to rain. Roofs pulled off of houses and stalls owner ran the streets to hold onto the roof they used in protecting themselves against sunshine and rain. Taverns were filled up with drunk men who sort for ways to get drunk and forget about their misery, men and women who sort shelter away from the angry weather also ran into taverns and those who mourned were also deeply grieved. Yet the tavern looked gloomy and no noise was heard even from drunk men. A cloud of sorrow hovered over their heads and the goodness they only just found had completely left even before they could feel the whole of her goodness.
“Oh, great queen!” so
