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Adam was uneasy. He wasn't sure what was bothering him: a feeling that wouldn't go away, but it wouldn't come to the front of his mind, either. He, Lar and Palustric were having a wonderful time. They had been in Spinney-hall for many months now, but none of them was worried about the time passing. Adam had never felt so contented anywhere: so cheerful, comfortable, well-fed and pleasantly entertained. He felt permanently drowsy and lethargic. In fact, the three friends barely gave their perilous quest a thought these days. When he occasionally thought of Emily, or home or dragons, Adam just shrugged. It was as if that kind of thought didn’t belong in this place. On such occasions, Adam would pick another bunch of dark, juicy grapes—one of the reasons why he was putting on weight—and t
