And why do I find you here? How many times have you been told not to go into the castle,” he shouted, his face puce with anger. “You could break your neck in there in the dark!” Maddy was too shocked to do anything but stare at him as her breath came in frightened gulps. George was barking at the hole in the fence, the hair on his back still standing on end. Granda put her down. “What is going on with the pair of you?” “There was a boy in there,” said Maddy. “He was really weird, and he tried to pull me into the trees. George bit him, and we ran for it, and I think there were other people chasing us as well.” Granda whistled for George, but the little terrier didn’t seem to hear him. “Come here, George, you eejit!” he shouted, and the dog reluctantly slunk to his side. “A boy, you say?” Maddy nodded. “What did he look like?” “He had red hair, green eyes, about my height. He said he lived in the castle. But no one lives in the castle grounds, do they?”
