45: Castle Wittgenstein
Hello Mum. I know you said it was important to take folk as we find them and only judge them by what they do. And I know that’s true. And I know everyone disliked the Bilberries of Barliton, and even hated them because they would only ever hand out rotten apples in Apple-week. And I met Josias Bilberry and he turned out to be a pleasant chap, and in any case, said he didn’t approve of the rotten apple thing, and gave me a nice red one, well, anyway, I really hate rat-folk. I don’t care if I’ve never met them before, or they’re giving out the nicest red apples. I hate them all. And, as you can probably guess, mum, I met some more of them (I even stabbed one – Willow). Remember, Guido was just opening the door to the Great Hall of Castle Wittgenstein. It turned out to be unlocked. And behind the door there was no one to be seen. It all seemed a bit too quiet. The room was grand but dusty and we could see any number of family portraits hanging on the walls, with the now-familiar Wittgens