Wednesdays in the Tower
“The look on Arkwright’s face was enough to urge her to run. She burst through the throne room doors and was across the main hall and in her room before anyone could react or begin pursuit.In her room she locked the door and then dragged a heavy chair in front of it. She knew it wouldn’t stop a wizard, but at least it would buy them some time. She grabbed her heavy wool cloak from its hook and ran up the stairs to Rufus’s tower. She prayed that this one time she would find him, and not learn that he had gotten loose again and was now happily chewing Wizard Arkwright’s shoes.But no—he was there, eating parched corn from his dish. He gave a glad cry when he saw Celie, and ran toward her. She sent up another silent prayer, this one of thanks that, once again, she’d remembered to put on his harness after she fed him breakfast.She fastened her cloak at her throat, shoved Flat Squirrel in the back of her sash where Rufus couldn’t see it, and undid one of the shutters. Rufus watched her with ...his head tilted to one side, clearly baffled by her rapid, jerky movements and the fact that she seemed to want to go flying in broad daylight.MoreLess
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