the castle had had enough mice until now , and the previous ruler used to pay to have them caught and removed . paying to bring mice into a castle , notwithstanding tom 's elliptical arguments , was not something that castle-owners regularly did . not even if they were crazy . and as far as bert was concerned , lenchen was anything but crazy

he 's totally amused with himself . i glare at him . ' you did not . i would never , ever be a part of giving you a sweater with an elf knitted on it . ' ' hey , i like the sweater , ' he insists , actually being genuine . ' no one has ever given me a sweater

that i see those scars and wonder how badly it had to hurt to end up that way ? or how wrong i think it is that you let those scars take away from everything else ? '' '' take away from what ? '' '' em , the scars on your arms are barely visible . you could wear shirts without sleeves . no one would notice , and you ... well , no one would pay attention to the scars

'' the way may not be as free as it should be , but it will suit . i can remember when these wharves were thriving and many craft came here . perhaps they will return one day . '' he led the way across the road to a series of long abandoned sheds . we opened the half-broken doors of the first
shed