He’d landed on something thick and soft. All the wind had been knocked out of his lungs, but with a flood of relief he realized he definitely wasn’t dead. “Angus!” Indigo called frantically from a long way above him, her head appearing over the edge of the doorway he’d just fallen through. “Angus...
Angus and Indigo waited anxiously in the kitchens for news. By the time Dougal finally reappeared, looking extremely grumpy and groggy, it was already dark. “I’m going to kill Percival Vellum for knocking that storm jar over!” Dougal declared, slouching into a chair at the table. “Doctor Fleagal’...