“Where is that damned bird? When I don't want her around, she’s under foot and I do, I can’t find her.

The thought no more than passed through my consciousness when I heard the flapping of her overly large wings. She was home. I prayed she found something that would lead us to finding the culprit responsible for Arthur’s illness. I knew it was no common malady.

In the past he’d gone from a strong vibrant regent, to the mere shell of a man.

She irked me to no end. In the heat of my anger, I opened my mouth to yell at her when I saw her standing in the stairwell with a tiny fox beside her.

Jumping from the bed on three legs, I began to explore the realm of the great wizard Merlin. His quarters were quite orderly, not what I expected from one dabble in sorcery. There are many more things in his dwelling that I could ever have imagined. This place is amazing, I’ve never seen anything like it. Shelves and shelves of books, far greater than the number I believed existed.

Then I caught the scent of a mouse. It was familiar, but different than my usual fare, I could hear him rummaging through a pile of parchment on the wizard’s desk. I jumped up onto the massive furniture sending a large book and many vials smashing to the floor with a resounding crash. The sound did not deter me, nor did the pain in my paw. I was after the mouse.