A long second passed before Mr. Forkle sighed. “I suppose… whatever’s down there… we’ll have to own up to it eventually. But—” “Don’t,” Ro warned when he turned to her. “Don’t even think about telling me I’m not going. There’s no way I’m letting Scrawny Boy go in there without me. Some of my father’s traitors could be serving as guards.” “Scrawny Boy?” Keefe asked. “Did I, or did I not beat you at arm wrestling?” “One time!” Ro argued. “And only because you tickled me!” “Ogres are ticklish?” Tam asked.
