The princess felt a deep calm
fill her. “I don't know who is out there, but I am not scared at
all. Let them come to me and we will figure this whole thing out.”
She was so relaxed that she lay down on the floor, wrapped herself
in her wings, and took a nap.
She was awakened by the sound of
a creaking door and shuffling feet. A golden candlestick suddenly
flared with a brilliant light that made the fairy cover her eyes.
When she could reopen them, she saw an old man in tattered, brown
clothes with a broom and duster.
“Gots to keep the goodies
clean,” the man blew his long white hair out of his face as he
hummed his song, “Scrubby dubby red and green.”
Essie tilted her head as she
watched him work. His right hand was busy with the dusting,
straightening and mopping. His left hand simply stayed by his left
ear and opened and closed with the words.
“What's that Mr. Fingers?
Oh...” the man turned around and looked straight at the fairy, eyes
growing wide, “Right you are, Mr. Fingers. We do have a new
guest. Jarvil didn't even notice. Go get the master, must go get
the master.” Jarvil dropped the duster and turned to run out of
the room. His eyes never left the fairy. Which is why he never saw
the broom. Jarvil let out a yelp as his feet got tangled with the
broom handle. He fell to the ground. The broom flew to the air and
landed on Essie's dome, punching a hole through the glass.
To check on Jarvil, turn to page 6
To
investigate the room, turn to page 7
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