'Now, Foaly, what's this so-called alert? And it better be good this time!'
'Why not? Just for a second.'
Juliet was still enthralled by the mesmer.
Mulch climbed carefully, taking nothing for granted. Even solid oak creaked. He stuck to the borders, avoiding the carpet inlay. The dwarf knew from conviction number eight how easy it was to conceal a pressure pad beneath the deep shag of some antique weave.