“Follow me,” she instructed and continued forward.
“Where is that girl taking the baby?” I asked, trying to sound disinterested as she led me through the musty corridor.
“He has been taken to the nursery in the castle. Don’t worry. There are several nannies who will be looking after him. Everyone will be kind to the boy,” Laura replied.
“I am sure he will be well cared for by the Winter Goddess,” I said. “Not that I care. He is no longer my concern. I was simply curious.”
The corridor walls were made of thick dirt. It was as if the tunnel had been recently, and hurriedly, excavated. Roots and bits of rock were still embedded in the wall.
Soon, we reached solid stone. As we continued on, every twenty steps or so, there was an opening with a makeshift cloth door. We passed by an entranc
