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talk,”Elizabeth cautioned as they stepped through the door into a hallway beyond. The hallway was as shadowed and closed away as the room filled with art, and Abernathy could feel the cold of the stone on his feet and hands. “If anyone sees us, I'll just tell them you're my dog and we're playing dress-up. I don't think they will question it much when they see those clothes you're wearing.”
    Charming, thought Abernathy, irritated. And exactly what is wrong with my clothes? But he didn't say anything.
    They passed down a long series of corridors, all rather poorly lit by a combinatimi of tiny windows and lamps, all constructed of stone and timber. Abernathy had seenenough of Graum Wythe by now to know that it was a castle much like Sterling Silver. That suggested that perhaps Michel Ard Rhi was living out his boyhood fantasies, and that in turn made the scribe curious to know more. But he didn't want to think about Michel just now; he was almost afraid that thinking of him might somehow make the man appear, so he forced the matter from his mind.
    Elizabeth had brought him quite some distance through Graum Wythe's halls without encountering anyone when they rounded a corner and found themselves face to face with a pair of men in black uniforms. Elizabeth stopped. Abernathy immediately edged back behind her legs, finding them entirely too skinny to hide behind. He sniffed the floor dutifully and tried to look like a real dog.
    “Afternoon, Elizabeth,”the men greeted.
    “Good afternoon,”Elizabeth replied.
    “That your dog?” one asked. She nodded. “All dressed up, eh? Bet he doesn't like it much.”
    “Bet he hates it,”the other agreed.
    “What's he got on his nose, glasses? Where'd you find those, Elizabeth?”
    “Pretty fancy stuff for a dog,”the other observed. He started to reach down, and Abernathy growled, almost before he realized what he was doing. The man pulled his hand back quickly. “Not very friendly, is he?”
    “He's just frightened,”Elizabeth offered. “He doesn't know you yet.”
    “Yeah, guess I can understand that.”The man started on his way again. “Let's go, Bert.”
    The other hesitated. “Does your father know about this dog, Elizabeth?” he asked. “I thought he told you no pets.”
    “Oh. Well, he changed his mind,”Elizabeth said. Abernathy slipped out from behind her, pulling on the leash. “I have to go now. ‘Bye.”
    “‘Bye, Elizabeth,”the man said. He started away, thenturned back. “Hey, what kind of dog is that anyway?” “I don't know,”Elizabeth called. “Just a mutt.”It was all Abernathy could do to keep from biting her.
    “I am not a mutt,”he told her when it was safe to talk again. “I happen to be a soft-coated Wheaten Terrier. My bloodlines are probably better than your own.”
    Elizabeth blushed. “Sorry, Abernathy,”she said softly, eyes downcast.
    “Oh, well, that's all right,”he soothed, trying to make up for his gruffness. “I simply wanted you to know that I possess pedigree despite my condition.”
    They sat in her room on the edge of her bed, safe for the moment. Her room was bright and sunny in contrast to what they had seen of the rest of the castle, the walls paneled and papered, the floor carpeted, and the furniture soft and feminine with stuffed animals and dolls scattered about. Books lined a case on one wall beside a small writing desk, and pictures of teddy bears and puffins were hung casually about. A poster of something or someone called Bon Jovi was taped to the back of the closed door.
    “Tell me about you and Michel,”Elizabeth asked, eyes lifting once more.
    Abernathy sat back stiffly. “Michel Ard Rhi is part of the reason that I am a dog,”he said. He thought for a moment. “Elizabeth, I honestly don't know if I should tell you this or not.”
    “Why, Abernathy?”
    “Well… because much of it is going to be very hard for you to believe.”
    Elizabeth nodded. “Like what you told me about the wizard