After the delectable
dinner the previous night, Tom couldn’t wait to see what they’d prepared for breakfast. He envisioned a grand banquet table with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, fruit and pitchers of freshly squeezed orange juice.
With great effort, he climbed through the sea of bedding and over the edge, spotting a pair of slippers and a silk robe waiting for him. Unfamiliar with this traditional morning attire, he kicked them aside and dressed in his new clothing. He felt relaxed in his crisp shirt, nice slacks, and comfortable shoes, a wardrobe he thought he could become accustomed to. His only concern was that he’d have to return the items.
Eager for his delicious breakfast, Tom hurried to the door and tried the knob. It was locked from the outside. He twisted and jiggled it, but it wouldn’t open.
“Hey, is anyone out there? The door is stuck,” he called softly, giving it a few knocks. “Hello? Anyone there?”
Then he heard the whispers of two men on the opposite side. Tom lightly placed his ear to the door and listened.
Tom leaped back from the door, fearful of being near it. The dreamlike experience became a nightmare.
His mind raced with thoughts: What are these men talking about? Do they work for Gowerstone? Are we being returned to Weatherly? Why do they want the professor? And what do they mean eliminate? Wasn’t Philip a friend? No, he’s a bloody traitor.
All Tom knew was that he had to get Sarah and the professor out of Windsor Castle. He examined the room to see if there was another exit. There wasn’t, except for the windows.