        For a while, she had scratched the wall to mark the passage of time, but lately that had lost its appeal.  The brazen showmare was gone, now, replaced by a lost soul.  Part of her wanted to just lie down and die—she was ashamed of what she had become, of what she had done.  After the amulet had been removed, she truly had been repentant, understanding to her horror that she was worse than even her mother.  She knew she deserved to be punished.