CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The court of the Spirit was almost as big as the courtyard outside. It was certainly different from what Bolt usually thought of whenever he thought of a court for royalty.
The floor was made out of some kind of ancient wood, very firm and solid, while the walls and ceiling were covered with vines in varying states of bloom. Flowers of every color of the rainbow stood planted in flowerbeds set in the floor, while trees bearing delicious-looking but decidedly alien fruit loomed over them, making a vague tunnel which the six of them walked down. A tiny, crystal clear stream ran through the court, going underneath a small bridge in the center of the room and continuing through a drain on the opposite side of the room, though to where it went, Bolt did not know. The court sm
