“It is lovely,” Serena whispered, but more as if she needed to convince herself than to express a conviction.
“Come back to the fire,” Eudora said, “you will catch cold.”
Serena closed the door of the turret behind her.
“This part of the house must have been part of the old Castle,” she said. “It is very quiet here. I only hope there are not too many ghosts.”
“It is not the ghosts in the house that I am afraid of,” Eudora replied.
At that moment Torqo lifted his head and growled in his throat.
“What is it, Torqo?” Serena asked and then felt the dog’s hackles rise beneath her hand.
He growled again.
“There is someone coming,” Eudora said.
At that moment they heard steps approaching down the passage and a moment later there was a sharp knock. Eudora went to the door to open it, but
