The candle slipped from his hand. The metal base clanged its way down stair after stair. The burning candle rolled too, gaining momentum as it dropped off each step.
Bobby landed sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs. Luckily, the candle stayed lit on its descent. He thought sure all that racket would rouse someone in the castle. Bobby stared at the top of the stairs, watching the door he'd just entered from. He held his breath and listened intently, ready to douse the flame and hide at the first sign of approaching footsteps.
Surprisingly, no one came. After a few minutes of tense waiting, Bobby finally scanned the area. For the first time, he noticed more of his father's clothes spread out on the floor, leading down a corridor. He also noticed a brand new traveling satchel
