«I didnt know there were such rules.»
«But you cant go back on your word.»
«Even if I turn out to be an imbecile who didnt know what he was talking about?» Brendan clutched the lute as if it were a shield against misfortune.
«I should be glad to let you go,» she understood his hesitation, «but there is no way to transgress the law of the land. Magic wont allow it.»
Brendan knew there was magic here, but even he was shocked at the magic laws. Even Ephigenia hadnt warned him about that.
«My Lady, that is, your feline highness» Brendan staggered toward the exit. «You are very kind to me, but»
«But you dont want to marry a cat,» she prompted.
How aptly put! He couldnt have put it more accurately. Brendan liked her. He liked her a lot. To look at a cat trained in social manners was a delight to the soul, but to marry her was nonsense! It was as if he had fallen into a nightmare.
«Will you give me a night to think about it?«He said to the princess, or her unseen subjects.
Rashelina merely nodded.
She nodded. «If you refuse, you will be summarily executed,» she warned him in a sorrowful tone.
Brendan did not specify who would execute him. But somehow he had no doubt that there would be invisible executioners. They might be invisible, but they knew how to inflict pain. While he was playing, he was pushed and plucked like a victim. Apparently, they saw him as a victim in the beginning.
Had he known how his visit to the cats castle would have ended, he would never have come here. Now all he had to do was escape. In one night he could get far away. He might even be able to take Rebecca with him.
Escape
Rebecca could not be found. She, too, is a victim. She must be saved! Otherwise the princess will scratch her to death. And even if she didnt kill her, she would claw her to death.
Clement scolded himself for thinking Rebecca was a mean girl. You should never sulk at a man for being stern until you know what provoked his sternness. Showing herself a bitch and a prude, Rebecca only wanted to drive him out of the castle, because she knew the danger that threatens him here. And now he cant even pay her back.
There are so many rooms and locked doors in the castle. Which one could be Rebeccas bedroom? Clement jerked one handle and burned himself. The metal was red-hot. Another door knob, shaped like a lions head, bit him. A third doorknob, shaped like a bears mouth, laughed at him.
Thats it! Thats enough! Let Rebecca save herself. And he should take advantage of the forfeit he had struck out. In one night hell have time to leave the confines of the kingdom if he runs fast.
And what, in fact, is he running from? A gentle cats face and clawed paws? Ridiculous, really! But marriage to a cat is also ridiculous and silly. Not even his uncle would approve of It. Is it possible to call a marriage to the princess a mesalliance?