25
It was fully dark when Toby, Nicko and Harry arrived at the Tower of London. The knotted wood that filled the streets provided them with cover. Following the north bank, the trio had skulked along Thames Street and through the City. They got as far as the walkway that ran along the Tower’s flank without seeing another soul. It was then that they understood why.
Oberon’s presence was impossible to ignore. In the water beneath Tower Bridge, a leviathan snored deeply, the tips of its tentacles curled around its struts like giant seaweed caught on the timber.
Snow fell – big, puffy flakes of it. A small mercy, it covered their tracks. Harry came in handy too. Unlike Toby and Nicko, his ghost powers weren’t fuelled by elven magic so he was able to twist apart the iron spokes of Traitor’s
