Chapter Thirteen
‘I will take a gun out later,’ announced Great-Uncle Silvester, as the Werth carriage drew up outside the doors of the Towers.
‘Oh, hush,’ said Great-Aunt Honoria, wafting out of the window.
Gussie stepped down as soon as a footman opened the door for her, and sought at once for a glimpse of Lord Maundevyle. The journey had been rather slow, and fraught with difficulties, not the least of them being the problem of transporting the dragon. He was far too large to travel via carriage, not even to balance atop the roof, so he had been obliged to use his own wings. But keeping him within sight of the carriage, or vice versa, was no easy task when the horses were unused to such company, and showed themselves inclined to take violent exception to it. His lordship, not knowing
