Re: Delve the Third
"Tche! Tche! Brittle bones! Forward, men!" cries Catweazle while taking a step back and raising his staff protectively before him.
By "men" he means his men-at-arms, of course.
Standing well back, Catweazle uses his staff to lift a corner of one of the cloths in an attempt to see whether both sides glow.Makofan wrote:The table cloths give off a light as bright as daylight.