'She won't send anyone out until she's sure they'll survive the unspeakable horrors that await them,' he continued in a cheerful voice. 'Within reason.'
'Within reason?' Cuthbert repeated doubtfully. 'Is that the horrors are unspeakable within reason, or...?'
'Oh, give it up, Will,' the tree muttered. 'He's onto us.'
That, Cuthbert was certain, had not been the wind. He peered at the tree.
'Who goes there?' it called to him. 'Friend or foe?'
'Uh,' Cuthbert said, his eyes darting nervously across the bushes and trees as he tried to decide if he wanted to be associated with them. After all, he was new here and he didn't really know anybody yet, and he didn't know who was cool...
'Here,' the fishmonger said with a wink as she dumped a fat and - ew - slimy fish into Cuthbert's hands. 'The first one's free.'
He tried not to shudder as he slipped the fish into his pantaloon pocket. He could feel it sticking to his leg. 'Thanks,' he said, though he couldn't muster much enthusiasm. 'That's... Thanks.'
'Why can I only ask one question?' he asked, frowning. 'That seems oddly arbitrary. I mean, you're both here, we've been having this conversation so far. Why would you suddenly stop talking to me?'
The guard on the left shrugged. 'I think that counts as two questions, mate.'
Cuthbert clamped his hands over his mouth in panic.
Cuthbert looked the band up and down. Then back up and back down, in case he'd missed anything, since he didn't feel any clearer on matters. 'Why would anyone want your autograph?' he asked, giving up on puzzling it out himself.
The lead singer gestured to himself then, after a moment's pause, the rest of the band. 'Because we're the Bremen Town Musicians, dude.'
Cuthbert didn't feel that had answered anything but he felt it wisest not to press the point again. He had things to do.
'Took you long enough,' the guard on the left grumbled.
'Took you long enough,' Cuthbert shot back. Then, realising it didn't carry quite the same insult the guard on the left's comment had, he added, 'To be a jerk.'
The guard on the left looked at him wryly. She raised an eyebrow. Cuthbert seethed. 'With your jerk face,' he added. 'You jerk.'
The guard on the right looked between them, worried. 'Um... Welcome to the door puzzle,' she said, trying to put on a bright, happy voice. 'We're the guards of the doors - hello - and we're here to stop you getting through these doors today.'
Because they're jerks, Cuthbert thought to himself, pouting.
Cuthbert looked at the mirror, though it was almost more frame than mirror, with a fussy whorl of curls and flowers spreading around the edges.
A young man stood in the middle of the frame.
A dashing young man.
He had smouldering eyes and near chiselled features and, undoubtedly, minty-fresh breath. He waggled his eyebrows at Cuthbert. Cuthbert turned away, giggling coquettishly.
