“Father doesn’t need me. You’ll all do fine creating the winter without me. Or are you just afraid you’ll get the horrid chores that I was made to do?”
“Pfft.” Quiller snorted. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
“It’s true!”
“Yes, yes, Wulf.” Quiller patronised me further by patting my head.
I slapped his hand away. “You don’t understand!”
“No, I don’t.” Quiller pulled a face. “But I shall help you anyway.”
“What?” I paused, staring at him in disbelief. “Really?”
“Yes, I’ve resigned myself. If only to stop you from moaning. So you’d better start telling me how wonderful I am, before I change my mind.”
“Oh, Quill!” I leaped up and hugged him tight. “You’re wonderful, amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“That’s better.” Quiller shrugged me off. “Now, you’d better grovel to Garnet, too, as we’ll need his help.” 6