Book Two: Chapter 76

In her place stood Oliver. He wore a top hat and had both hands on a fancy cane made of dark wood. Any moment now, Beth expected him to launch into a musical number.

“Oh good. I finally have your attention.” He opened his mouth to speak again, but Asterion charged into the waterfall, scattering the image. It quickly reformed once the minotaur had passed through and Oliver just shook his head in disappointment. His hat had been knocked off his head.

When he bent to pick it up, Asterion came back through the waterfall, a puzzled looked on his face. Oliver’s outfit was now rumpled, but his hat was grasped firmly in his hand.

“Not exactly hanging with the smart kids these days, are we?”

Oliver sat on a rock and adjusted his hat. “While I will admit quite a bit of jealousy at watching you with the cow over there, I think I can get over it.”

“How are you doing this?”

The wall of water shimmered in response, and Oliver chuckled.

“Mirrors are all ab