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punished. He wanted my hand cut off. Meeks, I learned later, laughed and agreed. Meeks never cared much for me, you see. He felt I influenced the old King against him. So Michel summoned his guards and they came looking for me. There was no one to protect me. Meeks was acting regent in the King's absence. I would most certainly have had my hand removed had they found me.
    “But they didn't.”Elizabeth was anxious to help the story along.
    “No. Questor Thews found me first. Questor was Meeks's half brother, a wizard as well, albeit a lesser talent. He was visiting for the week, hoping the old King would find him a position somewhere or other. We were friends, Questor and I. He did not care much for his half-brother or Michel either, and when he heard what was happening he came to warn me. There was no time for me to escape from the castle and no place to hide within it. Michel knew them all. So I allowed Questor Thews to change me into a dog so I would not be harmed. I wasn't, fortunately, but afterward Questor was unable to change me back again.”
    “So it wasn't a bad wizard who changed you after all,”Elizabeth said.
    Abemathy shook his head. “No, Elizabeth—just a poor excuse for one.”
    Elizabeth nodded solemnly, her freckled face lined with thought. “And you've been a dog all these years? Sorry. A… a soft-coated Wheat Terrier?”
    “Soft-coated
Wheaten
Terrier. Yes. Except for my fingers and my voice and my thinking, which are still the same as they were when I was a man.”
    Elizabeth smiled a sort of sad child's smile. “I wish I could help you, Abernathy. Help change you back, I mean.”
    Abernathy sighed. “Someone tried that already. That's how I ended up here, scrunched up in that display case. Questor Thews again, I'm afraid. He is not any more adept at his art now than he was thirty years ago. He thought he had finally found a way to change me back. Unfortunately, the magic failed him once again, and here I am, trapped in the castle home of my worst enemy.”
    They were silent for a moment, staring at each other. Afternoon sunshine spilled through the curtained windows and warmed the room. The speckled blue and violet wild-flowers in the vase on the dresser smelled of meadows and hills. From somewhere distant, there came the faint sound of laughter and a scraping of boxes or crates. Abernathy was reminded of home.
    Elizabeth was speaking. “My father once told me that Michel could be very mean to animals,”she was saying. “He said that was why I couldn't have a pet—because something might happen to it. No one at Graum Wythe has a pet. You never see any animals here.”
    “I don't wonder,”Abernathy replied wearily.
    She looked at him. “Michel mustn't be allowed to find you.”
    “No, he certainly mustn't.”
    “But the watch will say something about my having a dog, I'll bet.”She frowned at the thought. “The watch tells him everything. They keep this place guarded just like a prison. Even my father can't go everywhere—and he is chief steward of Graum Wythe. Michel relies on him completely. He runs everything—well, almost everything. He doesn't run the watch. They report directly to Michel.”
    Abernathy nodded, saying nothing, thinking suddenly of the medallion concealed beneath his tunic, imagining what would happen if he were caught wearing it.
    Elizabeth sighed. “I don't like Michel very much— even though he's really never done anything to me. He just isn't very friendly. He always looks so… creepy.”
    Abernathy didn't know what “creepy” meant, but he was sure it was something Michel Ard Rhi could be. “I have to get away from here, Elizabeth. You have to help me.
    “But, Abernathy, where will you go?” she asked immediately.
    “It really doesn't matter so long as it is far away from here,”he advised. He paused, frowning. “I still cannot understand why I am here rather than somewhere else. Here, of all places. How could that happen?” He shook his