the Infanta no mind. With a bloodcurdling âru-ru-ru-ruâ the white hairy thing launched itself into the air. He landed on the ground and charged for Shambles.
âBiscuit! Heel!â the Infanta commanded, but Biscuit had another master â blood lust!
For a terrifying quarter of a second Shambles considered transforming into a human to gain an advantage over the dog. Panic surged through his furry body as he looked up to see Old Colâs worried face. With a lunge he shot up the leg of the chair, but his claws tangled on the hem of Colâs skirt.
âRu-ru-ru-ru,â Biscuit barked. 31
Quick as a flash, Old Colâs hands grabbedShambles around the middle to pull him to safety. Biscuit hurled himself into the air, his mouth open, white teeth and red gums bared.
The pretty white dog sank his fangs into Shamblesâs ferrety neck and chomped down hard.
Â
27 Â Â Â Invented by those gourmets the French. An âaperitifâ is a pre-dinner alcoholic drink, designed to get the appetite going
.
28 Â Â Â At the risk of turning this into a manual on Brugelâs unusual grammar, âfenudgingâ is a common adverb describing the flickety fidgety movements of people who otherwise ought to be sitting still
.
29 Â Â Â Quite frankly he deserved a medal. Next time you do something mild like stub your toe or get a paper cut, see if you can remain completely silent
.
30 Â Â Â Biscuitâs real title is Cardrona King Ivanovich, five times Best Breed, twice Best in Show, Venzelemma Ducal Dog Show
.
31 Â Â Â He snarled too, but the Brugelish spelling of dog snarls is too complicated to print here
.
Chapter Eight
B eing neither a witch nor a woman possessed of supernatural powers to see into rooms without being in them at the time, Ondine remained oblivious to Shamblesâs current plight. To her credit, she had realised her presence in the Dukeâs dining room during the evening meal had been a huge mistake. She knew Hamish and Old Col would be at the dinner, but she couldnât refuse Dragutaâs request to take the towels in. Guilt spread through her at the huge amounts of pain it must have caused Hamish for her to appear like that and make him transform. It didnât help that Vincent had been there too. Thankfully he only gave her a greasy look and had kept his mouth shut. The moment sheâd done her job, Ondine had nodded to the Duke and Duchess and quickly scarpered out of there. Herassumption being that Hamish would revert to ferret form and remain safe and undetected, if a little green around the gills.
Not knowing Hamish was bleeding from the neck after Biscuitâs attack, Ondine followed Draguta to the staff lounge and ate a bowl of vegetable soup and a multi-grain dinner roll. Unaware that the Infanta was screaming profusely at Old Col about the chance âthat revolting
thing
â had given her champion rabies, 32 Ondine accepted a second bowl of soup.
She was also completely insensible to the next development, where Old Col made an incantation to the powers of the earth, stars and moon, at whichpoint Biscuitâs teeth fell out. 33
The Infantaâs high-pitched screams that could open a can? Ondine heard them loud and clear. Just about everyone in the palechia heard them. They ripped through the halls and the thin plaster walls like daggers of foul temper. The piercing noise reached the staff lounge, where Ondineâs second bread roll beckoned, but ultimately lay untouched.
In a heartbeat Ondine took flight and ran towards the horrible sounds of chaos and terror.
Only to find herself face to face with her worst nightmare. OK, her second worst nightmare. Her first worst nightmare was being separated from Hamish. But her second worst nightmare was Lord Vincent.
He was standing right in front of her. His eyes glinted with anger as he scraped his blond hair back from his forehead. A gleam of satisfaction stole
âBiscuit! Heel!â the Infanta commanded, but Biscuit had another master â blood lust!
For a terrifying quarter of a second Shambles considered transforming into a human to gain an advantage over the dog. Panic surged through his furry body as he looked up to see Old Colâs worried face. With a lunge he shot up the leg of the chair, but his claws tangled on the hem of Colâs skirt.
âRu-ru-ru-ru,â Biscuit barked. 31
Quick as a flash, Old Colâs hands grabbedShambles around the middle to pull him to safety. Biscuit hurled himself into the air, his mouth open, white teeth and red gums bared.
The pretty white dog sank his fangs into Shamblesâs ferrety neck and chomped down hard.
Â
27 Â Â Â Invented by those gourmets the French. An âaperitifâ is a pre-dinner alcoholic drink, designed to get the appetite going
.
28 Â Â Â At the risk of turning this into a manual on Brugelâs unusual grammar, âfenudgingâ is a common adverb describing the flickety fidgety movements of people who otherwise ought to be sitting still
.
29 Â Â Â Quite frankly he deserved a medal. Next time you do something mild like stub your toe or get a paper cut, see if you can remain completely silent
.
30 Â Â Â Biscuitâs real title is Cardrona King Ivanovich, five times Best Breed, twice Best in Show, Venzelemma Ducal Dog Show
.
31 Â Â Â He snarled too, but the Brugelish spelling of dog snarls is too complicated to print here
.
Chapter Eight
B eing neither a witch nor a woman possessed of supernatural powers to see into rooms without being in them at the time, Ondine remained oblivious to Shamblesâs current plight. To her credit, she had realised her presence in the Dukeâs dining room during the evening meal had been a huge mistake. She knew Hamish and Old Col would be at the dinner, but she couldnât refuse Dragutaâs request to take the towels in. Guilt spread through her at the huge amounts of pain it must have caused Hamish for her to appear like that and make him transform. It didnât help that Vincent had been there too. Thankfully he only gave her a greasy look and had kept his mouth shut. The moment sheâd done her job, Ondine had nodded to the Duke and Duchess and quickly scarpered out of there. Herassumption being that Hamish would revert to ferret form and remain safe and undetected, if a little green around the gills.
Not knowing Hamish was bleeding from the neck after Biscuitâs attack, Ondine followed Draguta to the staff lounge and ate a bowl of vegetable soup and a multi-grain dinner roll. Unaware that the Infanta was screaming profusely at Old Col about the chance âthat revolting
thing
â had given her champion rabies, 32 Ondine accepted a second bowl of soup.
She was also completely insensible to the next development, where Old Col made an incantation to the powers of the earth, stars and moon, at whichpoint Biscuitâs teeth fell out. 33
The Infantaâs high-pitched screams that could open a can? Ondine heard them loud and clear. Just about everyone in the palechia heard them. They ripped through the halls and the thin plaster walls like daggers of foul temper. The piercing noise reached the staff lounge, where Ondineâs second bread roll beckoned, but ultimately lay untouched.
In a heartbeat Ondine took flight and ran towards the horrible sounds of chaos and terror.
Only to find herself face to face with her worst nightmare. OK, her second worst nightmare. Her first worst nightmare was being separated from Hamish. But her second worst nightmare was Lord Vincent.
He was standing right in front of her. His eyes glinted with anger as he scraped his blond hair back from his forehead. A gleam of satisfaction stole
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