“He's not a pet,” Fiona tells the diminutive messenger, “And he
doesn't need tying up anywhere.” She turns to face Larry.
“Sorry,” she says, “Looks like you'll have to hang around here
for a bit. Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone.”
Larry nods his agreement, then wanders over to a random stack of
books and sits, hands folded in his lap.
“Righty ho,” Fiona says to the messenger, “Take me to your
leader.”
“Come this way,” the messenger leads her through the Market via a
series of alleys and ginnels, several flights of steps, both up and
down. Eventually she finds herself at the top of the Market's
central scroll, looking out at the wondrous panorama below.
“Finally,” says the Author as she arrives, “And just in time.”
