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’
It
’
s
not
easy
.
.
.
.
’
There
was
a
pause
.
She
strained
to
see
in
the
darkness
,
to
put
a
face
around
that
voice
.
’
I
may
have
done
you
some
terrible
harm
,
’
it
added
.
’
Haven
’
t
you
just
saved
my
life
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
have
saved
,
actually
.
Is
there
some
light
around
here
?
’
The
maid
sometimes
leaves
matches
on
the
mantelpiece
,
’
said
Keli
.
She
felt
the
presence
beside
her
move
away
.
There
were
a
few
hesitant
footsteps
,
a
couple
of
thumps
,
and
finally
a
clang
,
although
the
word
isn
’
t
sufficient
to
describe
the
real
ripe
cacophony
of
falling
metal
that
filled
the
room
.
It
was
even
followed
by
the
traditional
little
tinkle
a
couple
of
seconds
after
you
thought
it
was
all
over
.
The
voice
said
,
rather
indistinctly
,
’
I
’
m
under
a
suit
of
armour
.
Where
should
I
be
?
’
Keli
slid
quietly
out
of
bed
,
felt
her
way
towards
the
fireplace
,
located
the
bundle
of
matches
by
the
faint
light
from
the
dying
fire
,
struck
one
in
a
burst
of
sulphurous
smoke
,
lit
a
candle
,
found
the
pile
of
dismembered
armour
,
pulled
its
sword
from
its
scabbard
and
then
nearly
swallowed
her
tongue
.
Someone
had
just
blown
hot
and
wetly
in
her
ear
.
That
’
s
Binky
,
’
said
the
heap
.
’
He
’
s
just
trying
to
be
friendly
.
I
expect
he
’
d
like
some
hay
,
if
you
’
ve
got
any
.
’
With
royal
self
-
control
,
Keli
said
,
This
is
the
fourth
floor
.
It
’
s
a
lady
’
s
bedroom
.
You
’
d
be
amazed
at
how
many
horses
we
don
’
t
get
up
here
.
’
’
Oh
.
Could
you
help
me
up
,
please
?
’
