When the king promised to free Tom, the Harpy clacked her beak. “Certainly he will.” Halek laughed. “Might you show us the dispossessed Prince Wylles? Or does your mirror have the power to reach that far, Harpy?” The Harpy jabbed her beak at Halek companionably, and brought a sharp reflection of Prince Wylles, alone in a bedroom of the Hollingsworth house. Wylles had grown fatter, and he had some color now. His face was not pinched by sickness anymore, but only by his sour disposition. He was investigating the bedroom cupboards and closet, tossing the contents onto the floor. He seemed not to be stealing but simply destructive or inquisitive, perhaps fascinated with upperworld trinkets. As they watched he pulled out sweaters, a woman’s shoes, an electric iron, examined each then tossed it aside. He stopped sometimes and looked around him as if he wondered where he was. “Likely,” the Harpy said, “he has not fully regained his memory. “But still,” she said, watching him more closely, “there is a wariness about him.
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