I tell ye, I were never more surprised in the whole of me life. Oh, not about his Majesty, the Goblin King. I ought t’ have known that he would be lurkin’ in Mirramay, stickin’ his tricky fingers in all manner o’ business. Small wonder that he’d be kickin’ up some kind o’ lark thereabouts. But that Miss Isabel’d find the gumption t’ carry on wi’ her intended purpose regardless, an’ steal away wi’ a bundle o’ scrolls! She felt a deal o’ guilt, poor lass, but she was forgettin’ somethin’. Scarce another person in the whole o’ England could be better trusted wi’ somethin’ o’ value – an’ so I told the Keeper meself. She’d take ‘em back in time, an’ without so much as a scratch on ‘em. That I knew. Her powers, though. Thas another story. Tafferty ‘ad a problem t’ solve there, an’ no mistake. How do ye persuade so reluctant a miss t’ take a proper degree of interest in the arts t’ which she was born? Well, that catterdandy’s a wily one an’ no mistake.
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