The carriage wheels clattered over the cobblestones of the Capital, a sound that usually meant noise, bustle, and city life. But at three in the morning, the streets were silent, bathed in the soft glow of magical streetlamps.
The "Little Whiskers Daycare" stood at the end of the lane, dark and quiet. To anyone else, it looked like a large, slightly eccentric mansion. To the exhausted travelers inside the carriage, it looked like the Holy Grail.
"We're here," Caspian whispered, nudging Primrose.
Primrose jerked awake, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. "Whuh? Are we being attacked? I have a spatula and I'm not afraid to use it."
"No attacks," Caspian chuckled, unlatching the door. "Just bed."
Rurik kicked the door open and hopped out, stretching his massive arms until his back cracked like a gunshot. He reached back in and hauled a sleeping Vali out by the back of his tunic, carrying him like a duffel bag.
