The next morning, the tower was turned upside down by an untimely commotion.
The cause was a single mouse that had slipped in through a crack in the wall.
"Roshe, what are you doing? Catch it, hurry!"
Isadel, who would not blink at almost anything, was the exception when it came to mice.
Clutching the hem of her skirt, she stood in the middle of the bed and looked down at the small creature in terror.
As a fist-sized mouse darted this way and that across the floor, Roshe squeezed her eyes shut and swung a broom through the air.
The narrow room was thrown into chaos in an instant.
The two women's sharp screams and the sound of the broom scraping the wooden floor mingled together.
Isadel stamped her feet on top of the bed, while Roshe stood awkwardly with the broom held out before her like a shield.…
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