Morning dawned. The still silence of early day was rudely dispelled by the crowing of an insolent cock. Remiel's eyes shot wide open; he leapt to the floor, leaving the bedsheets unmade behind him. He ran out into the village commons, clad only in his pajamas and bedroom slippers.
"Fellow villagers!" he cried. "It is time to announce the identity of the last Thorn! And the last Thorn is....me, Remiel!" He cackled hysterically. "That's right! I told you I was the Bee, when I was a Thorn all long! I've played you all! Played you like a fiddle! AHAHAHA!! AHAHA!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AHAHAHAH--"
He froze in mid-cackle, blinked, and looked confused for a moment. Then, very carefully, he raised his hand up in the air, and slapped himself hard in the face.
"Er. Right. I apologize," he said, rubbing his stinging cheek. "Apparently sinera hit me harder than I thought. Ahem. Yes. Right. Yes. The last Thorn is, in fact, Morningsdreams, otherwise known as Moirae."