Chapter 8
IT WAS TIME for the midday meal, which was being set on the table by Koby and Nellie, while Roald fussed about with tableware and finger bowls.
Koby tried to do it for him, but he wouldn’t let her. She apologised, red-cheeked. “Oh, I’m sorry that the prince is doing this work. I couldn’t help it.”
“Never mind, Koby. Let him help you if he wants to. Thank you.”
Father sat down and Johanna took her usual place at the table. Roald looked a bit lost so she waved for him to sit next to her. Johanna noticed that he had flour on his hands.
Nellie would once again eat downstairs, even though it felt strange. “Where is Loesie?”
Koby gave her a sharp look. “You know that girl is a witch, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. She has helped us for months.” And brought us into danger, but she left
