Chapter Four‘Please, Miss Muchamore, you’re much heavier than you look.’
I cracked open my eyes to see Miss Venture leaning over me. The air stung, and I closed my eyes again.
‘Perhaps this isn’t such a good idea,’ she said.
‘Terrible idea,’ I agreed peacefully.
‘Hah!’ she said. ‘If you can talk, you can walk.’ She hauled on my grazed arm, pulling me to my feet where I had to use my own legs or fall over.
‘That’s not true at all,’ I grumbled.
‘This way,’ she said, gently tugging me off balance until I was forced to walk after her. The cab had grown bigger, and much steadier, and the sun was sitting on a wooden table, sending out black smoke. Not the sun. An oil lamp. Should have known from the stink of it.
I looked out the closest window and saw only darkness.
‘Oh no!’ I said. ‘The
