Sam clung to the branch of the tall tree, trying not to think about the swaying and buffeting the wind was inflicting on him. He was beginning to feel a little ill. He opened one eye and squinted to see the men with torches creeping across the battlements on the nearby castle. It seemed very late, dark and windy to be fixing a rooftop.
Sam wanted to know what they were up to. Sylvia had called him nosy – he thought he was just inquisitive – but he knew he should really go home, not get into more trouble. Then he saw the masks – builders don’t wear masks! Sam dug his claws into the bark of the tree, leapt forward with all his might, and landed by the drawbridge of the castle. What was he getting himself into?