Chapter Fourteen: The Invasion of Dunwyn Castle
“I knew I should’ve brought my sword,” Alice Green grumbled. “We’re about to go into battle and none of these swords just ain’t doin’ it for me.” She tossed away a plethora of swords in Dunwyn Castle’s armory, dissatisfied with the different hefts and craftsmanship of each one. Bill had to dodge a few that lodged into the nearest wall. “Ma! Take it easy!” “Your grandma owns a sword?!” a fascinated Sprig addressed Cricket. “Oh, yeah,” Cricket nonchalantly confirmed. “She uses it to peel potatoes and scratch her back.” Anne’s eyes twinkled as she looked on Alice. “I wish she was my grandma!” ...