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‘Well, no,’ I explained, and started grinning again. It was easy to grin right now, and very difficult to frown. ‘Actually, I hadn’t forgotten. I just don't care. I mean… Alexander the Great conquered parts of India, right? He’s surely not afraid of some stuffy old company board members.’
‘Mr Linton?’
‘Yessir?’
‘We need to get you inside.’
‘Yessir! Why, Sir?’
Without answering, he renewed his grip and began to push me forward again. This time, I didn’t react fast enough, and he managed to manoeuvre me through the entrance into the darkness of the hall beyond.
‘Why do we have to go?’ I demanded, trying to push my heels into the ground. But it was no use. My shoes just slipped on the polished stone floor. ‘I was talking to Alexander the Great!’
That didn’t seem to make Mr Ambrose want to let me go, the ill-bred lout! Didn’t he know you couldn’t behave like that to an Emperor?
‘We have go back. I didn’t get to say goodbye properly.’
‘We can’t go back. We have to go upstairs, and you have to sit down.’
‘Why?’
‘Because you are drunk, Mr Lin-’
‘I’m not! Just ask the yellow piggies!’
There was a pause.
‘Well… then let’s just say that I’m not on the best of terms with Alexander the Great. I wish to avoid him, if possible.’
‘Oh.’ Now this was interesting news, and my curiosity spiked immediately. ‘Why’s that?’
There were a few moments of contemplative silence.
‘He kicked my favourite dog once.’
‘Really, Sir?’
We had reached the other end of the hall by now. There, the floor suddenly vanished, and instead there were these angular thingamies… what were they called again?
‘Yes, really, Mr Linton. And a very harsh kick it was.’
Oh yes. Steps! Pride flooded through me! I had actually managed to remember what steps were called! And Mr Ambrose thought I was drunk. Hah! I’d show him.
I took a confident step forward - and a hand shot out to grab me.
‘No, not those stairs, Mr Linton. Those lead to the cellars, that’s why the steps go down. We want to go to my office and need to find some stairs that go up.’
I pondered this. He might actually be right, I finally decided.
‘How clever, Sir! I would never have thought of that.’
‘Indeed.’
Somehow, another staircase appeared in front of me. Had he pushed me around again? I decided, just this once, to let it go without protesting. My mind was engaged on a much more serious and enthralling topic than stairs, anyway.
‘You have a pet dog?’ I asked, the incredulity clear in my voice.
He hesitated. I could feel it: he didn’t like to give anything away, be it money or personal information.
