CHAPTER SEVENRupert led the way in.
The interior of the tower was as tumbledown as the exterior. In the curious way of some ancient buildings, it seemed larger on the inside than the outside.
It certainly appeared roomy enough to be used as a home, although Rupert reckoned every gust of wind and drop of rain would penetrate to the interior and make living there miserable.
“How dark it is,” commented Celina.
She went over to one of the windows and struggled to open one of the shutters. Finally it creaked free of years of clinging dirt and immediately rays of sunshine showed up the crumbling walls and layers of dust on the floor.
A rickety table and two broken chairs were the only furniture.
On the far wall was an open fireplace, a large bread oven to its left side.
A dangerously uns
