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Someone was knocking firmly and persistently on my bedroom door. I opened my eyes and saw beams of sunlight streaking between the curtains. The gargoyles were still asleep and snoring. It sounded a bit like someone blowing over the top of the bottle, musical and haunting.
I rolled away from the door and buried my head under my pillow. I needed more sleep. After my conversation up on the hill with Spin, we'd both been pretty hungry and had devoured some tea and toast before going up to bed. I felt like I’d barely closed my eyes.
"Go away. I need to I sleep," I called out.
“There’s someone at the gate, honey," Royal's voice drawled from the other side of the door, “one of those snake dudes. Says he can only speak to you."
"Crap,” I muttered, "hang on."
I slid reluctantly out of bed
