Mother’s death, the ghoul in the cave-?it is all too much to bear.īut still, after everyone retires I spend a few minutes looking at some of the assorted books piled in the sitting room. We are waiting for our next move, whatever it may be. The remainder of the day is spent quietly, each of us with our own thoughts. “How would that thing know that?” Emily asks.īalthazar turns to her. “‘Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies,’” I whisper. It is the same one we heard from the boy in the alley.” “The rhyme,” Gabriel says, looking up from his book. Darby almost laughs aloud, but quickly turns to leave. If I don’t drink, it feels like I’m gonna burn to a crisp.” She fills one and hands it to Emily, who gulps it down without pausing. “Only on the full moon can she make the transformation.”ĭarby comes back into the room bearing a tray with a ewer of water and glasses. “Darby cannot change at will,” Balthazar says wearily, as if he has stated it before. “She’s all right, you know? We could’ve used a wolf against those monsters.” “We would accept her, and she would be an equal. “She could join us,” I suggest, looking to Gabriel and Emily for support. “Well, she certainly knows that her master is not an ordinary chap,” he answers, “and that the children who reside in this house are quite unusual.”
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