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"Hello Monday," Art said looking across the day room at the newly recreated Trustee.
"How...how am I back? After you had healed me the Will..." Monday started rambling, throwing his hands around in the air, clearly free of his former bonds of sloth.
"The House fell, and I brought you back." Art said looking over his glasses. "We are creating the house over again. Like it was, but also not exactly. The Gardens are already created and are being restored by Lady Sunday and Phineas Dirtdigger...Suzy Turquoise Blue and the Former Lord Sunday, as you knew them. Now that the anchor of the house is restored, it is time to start creating anew from the bottom up."
"So the Architect's Will had been fulfilled." Monday said looking off into the corner. Art merely nodded with of a grunt of an affirmation. "But why bring me back? I tried to kill you, and if it wasn't for me the destruction of the old House would never have began. If only I could have gotten to you after you had healed me, told you of the WIll's plans, so much suffering could have been prevented."
"Be at peace Monday," Art said exuding a calming aura, drawing on his powers as the Architect. "There was no way you could have told what would happen, nor would I have believed you. The Will's will was done, and that's all there is to it. As for trying to kill me, you only fought me in fair combat, so I can not hold that against you. Now that you are free of the influence of the Will, your head is clear."
"I guess," said Monday, "although I do not feel completely myself."
"I am afraid that that is my fault," Art said with a sigh. "You were already slain by the battle in the Garden, so I could not recreate you from the record of the Atlas. Recreating someone dead means that they are still dead. However, clinging to the First Key and to my memories there was enough an echo of you to recreate as you stand before me now."
"I am only an echo...?" Monday whispered as he collapsed onto the pile of pillows closest to himself. "I am only an echo...?" He repeated as he looked at his hands as if he could see right through himself.
"You are an echo of the Monday created by the Original Architect, but you are wholly the Monday created by Art, the Heir to the Original Architect, and the New Architect of the House." Art said, waves of power rolling off. "I need a Monday to administer the Lower House, and to make sure records are completed better than they had been. You are freed from the Sloth of the Will, you will have no impediment from me in running the Lower House, as long as there is no interference and all denizens are treated justly. But beware Monday, although I am not Her, and my humanity still prevails, I will not take usurpation and cowardice calmly. Will you accept my offer to return as a Morrow Day, and resume your post as Monday?" Arthur extended his hand to Monday, leaving it up to him if he would seal the contract, the binding of the Architect's powers more powerful than any contract.
"I will," Monday said grabbing Art's hand. As the contract was sealed Monday began to change. His kung fu robe gone, being replaced with a smart deep red suit, with a midnight blue cape attached to his shoulders. On his hips there were two scabbards, the smaller on the left hand side where the minute hand now sat, and the larger on the right where the hour hand had settled. Art no longer needed the keys to use his powers they were purely symbolic for him, but the instruments let each of his trustees tap into His power. As the transformation into the New Monday completed, a simple silver circlet appeared on Monday's head, with a small ruby in the center, right between his brows.
"Come Monday," Art said moving to walk out of the day room, "we will join the others and talk about what our next step is. Also, it is time you met Sunday." And with that Monday followed art out of the day room and onto the improbable stair to the Elysium to meet the New Morrow Days.