Chapter 7
“Thank you,” James said with a bow, “We are from the Brotherhood of Jugglers, of which we shall never speak again, as they are still looking for the gold we stole from them, and, “here he pointed at Henry Eight, “their favorite wild lion, the most ferocious beast this side of Seattle, I mean, Rome.” Henry meowed in agreement, his tiny teeth glowing like liquid silver fangs in the sunlight. They were coated in tuna, but nobody had to know that.