The windmill creaked and groaned in the evening breeze. We had walked right up to it without any problems. What had the wizard meant when he said it was one of the Beasts?
As if hearing my thought, Whindel stopped, smiled at me and waved a hand.
In place of the windmill was a crouching giant. The giant became aware that it had been exposed and stood up, its face turning bright red. He turned to leave.
“Ho there, my friend,” Whindel said. “Hold on for a second. Do they know we are here?”
The giant nodded.
“Do they know why we came?”
The giant looked confused? “You came for a reason?” he asked in a voice like an earthquake.
“Never you mind,” the wizard said. “You are doing such a fantastic job watching out for the Watchers. Why don’t you return to your spot? Oh, I get it. I’ll remove my spell so you can hide again. Don’t worry, nobody saw but us, your secret is safe.”
The giant looked a bit uncomfortable, but then crouched down were it was before. Whindel waved a hand and in the giant’s place was the windmill, slowly creaking in the breeze. But this time, I felt I could make out a voice in the groaning timbers, “They are expecting you. Good bye.”
We walked on. I came to the realization that the tiny wizard was now my height. In fact, he had been since we had left the ship. Or was it a conference room? For some reason, I had to talk.
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