She was wearing a pretty ruffled nightgown, and her long silver hair trailed down her back in a plait. For a moment, Lily thought she looked no older than Georgie. ‘He’s twisted in between the funnels. It was the only place he could fit. He wants to see you – he says you called him by his name, and so he’s come. I think he wants to fly us back home!’ ‘Let me get dressed. I’ll write a note to the steward, explaining we were called away – they’ll enjoy trying to work out what that means, I’m sure.’ Gus prowled to the end of the bed, his whiskers twitching slightly. ‘Do I understand that we are going – flying?’ he asked faintly. ‘It isn’t as bad as you might think,’ Henrietta told him airily. ‘Of course, cats are sensitive,’ she added, in a sweet growl. ‘I suppose this dragon is very large,’ Gus said gloomily, leaping down from the bed and stalking past Henrietta as if she didn’t exist. She watched him affrontedly, and Lily sighed. Henrietta hated it when people ignored her.
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