Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Mirror On The Wall: Chapter 4

Chapter Four
Shalizar pushed the door open, tail twitching. It was his job to guide us, since I had never left my room.

“Follow me,” he said, and slipped into the hallway beyond. I followed unsteadily, unsure of my new limbs.

The hallway was well-lit by torches and empty. Shalizar looked at me. “Where are we going?”

“To find a girl named Snow White.”

Shalizar’s left eye widened skeptically − the cat equivalent of raising an eyebrow. “Her?”

“I know she’s creepy. But you saw the Hunter! I am the reason he’s after her and I don’t like having a guilty conscience.”

Shalizar shrugged. “The Hunter’s all right. He paid me a lot of tuna after I killed a rat for him once.”

“Why wouldn’t he kill it himself?”

“He’s afraid of them. I find them quite tasty. Rats are nothing to fear.”

I grinned. “Then let’s find some rats as soon as we get to Snow White.”

Shalizar looked at me for a long, long moment. “You have absolutely no plan, do you?”

“Nope, no plan. I’m making it up as I go.”
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Shalizar led us through six corridors, down two flights of stairs, and up another flight. Then we went in one end of a storage closet, out the other, and through three more corridors. I was beginning to get dizzy. And my legs hurt. I wasn’t used to walking this much!

Scratch that, I wasn’t used to walking at all. And Shalizar was bounding along like there was a fire at his tail. I could barely keep up.

We stopped for a break. I rubbed my aching legs and Shalizar licked some nonexistent dust off his spotless paws.

“You have absolutely no idea where we’re going, do you?” I snapped as I leaned against the wall.

“Of course I know,” Shalizar said unconcernedly. “But we can’t just walk out the front gate. I am going o take us through the servants’ quarters and out a secret entrance. Or exit, as the case may be.”

“Isn’t there a faster way?”

“No.” Shalizar rose, shook out his bushy tail, and resumed walking. Fuming, I followed him.

It was at the bottom of the fourth set of stairs that we ran into trouble.

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