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The tower cast its shadow over the courtyard, the doves were preening on the battlements, and a horse snorted down in the stables.

The sun was already high in the sky above Pimpernel Castle. That’s not a good omen.’ Barefoot, she went over to the window and looked out. ‘A spider on my nose,’ she muttered, throwing the covers back. ‘Did I say anything about eating it?’ Igraine wiped cat-spit off her cheek and pushed Sisyphus off her bed. Shoo that spider away!’ The cat raised his furry grey face from Igraine’s stomach, blinked, stretched – and snapped up the spider from the end of her nose. ‘Sisyphus!’ she whispered in a trembling voice. She opened her eyes and there it was, sitting right on the end of her nose, a fat black spider. Igraine woke up because something was crawling over her face.