“Yes, cages,” he said. “Something is in one of them, but the wind is so strong I can’t see it. It’s some kind of animal. It’s out! It’s coming at me!” Canis let out a horrible scream that startled everyone, then his eyes flickered open and he looked at Beauty. “Who’s that playing around in my head?” he growled.
The princess fell backward and ran toward the cage door. Luckily, the chains that bound the Wolf’s arms and legs held him back. He laughed at her fear and promised he would kill her someday. Then he looked over at the Grimm family and smiled. “Your day is coming, too.”
Once Little John helped Beauty out of the cell, Canis seemed to regain control of himself. He apologized and slumped back into his corner while the big lawyer locked the cell door tight.
“I’ve lost the connection,” Beauty said, as she caught her breath. “Not even my soon-to-be ex-husband was this difficult.”
“You and Beast are splitting up?” Robin said with a sly grin.
“Does your wife, Marian, know what kind of a flirt you are?” Beauty said with a little laugh.
Sabrina’s heart sank. Robin was married.
“Beauty, the two of you have been together for centuries,” Granny said.
“He’s in the Scarlet Hand. I can’t convince him to give it up, and I just can’t reach him anymore. He’s not the man I married.”
“So you haven’t joined?” Daphne asked.
“No, I’m no revolutionary,” Beauty said. “I remember the last time this nonsense came up. That’s how we all got stuck in this town. Beast says Everafters should be in charge. He says the Master is going to rule the world, and we’ll enslave the human race, blah, blah, blah . . . I’ll have none of it. All I want from this world is a new pair of shoes every day for the rest of my life.”
She reached over to Sabrina and took her dog. “And of course a diamond-studded collar for Mr. Wuggles,” she cooed to the dog. She showered the slobbery little mutt with kisses and he licked her face happily.
“The only thing you’re going to get is the edge of my blade, you traitorous idiot,” a voice bellowed from the doorway. The group spun around to see Nottingham step into the room, his curved dagger clenched firmly in his hand.
ottingham charged at Beauty but Little John punched him in the face, knocking him backward against the bars of a jail cell. The sheriff groaned but lunged again, and soon Sabrina and Daphne were caught in the middle of a melee of flying fists and slashing daggers. Sabrina snatched her sister by the arm and fought her way out of the chaos until they joined their grandmother, Barto, Beauty, and Mr. Wuggles huddled in a corner. Soon, the lawyers had managed to subdue the evil sheriff. They had him flat on his back, while he kicked and cursed at them. Sabrina rushed over to help, grabbing Nottingham’s flailing leg and holding it down.
“You’re all going to join your mongrel friend at the end of a hangman’s noose,” Nottingham seethed, his deadly dagger still several feet from his greedy fingers.
“What are we going to do with him?” Beauty asked. “He’ll tell everyone I was helping you. You don’t want to be on the wrong side of the Scarlet Hand these days, even if your husband is a member.”
“Princess, have you ever done your little hypnotizing trick on a person?” Robin asked Beauty.
“Never tried,” she said. “I think it only works on beasts.”
“Well, he’s about as beastly as a man can get,” Little John said.
Beauty reached down and placed her hand on Nottingham’s forehead. He fought a moment longer but then relaxed. “Go to sleep,” she said, and a moment later the sheriff was out cold. “Sheriff, you’re not going to remember the fight that just happened. You aren’t going to remember that you found us in the jail. You aren’t going to remember me or anyone who was here.”
“I won’t?” the sheriff asked, dreamily.
“No, you won’t.”
“OK.”
Robin Hood cleared his throat. “I saw a hypnotist plant a secret message in a person once. You know, every time he heard a certain word the man would cluck like a chicken. Could we get Nottingham to do something like that, I mean, while we have him hypnotized?”
Little John grinned. “You’re a genius.”
Beauty laughed. “What do you think, Mr. Wuggles?”
The dog barked.
“Mr. Wuggles thinks that’s an excellent idea.”
It had been a long day. When Sabrina finally plopped down on the sofa and kicked off her shoes, she found blisters on the backs of her heels. Daphne was almost asleep on her feet, and Granny Relda, who usually had more energy than both the girls combined, fell into a chair and propped her legs up on an ottoman. Elvis trotted down the stairs and went from one person to the next, delivering kisses.