Millipede had just walked into a dark corner, breathing hard, involuntarily sneezing and with his tiny body vibrating to the rhythm of his beating heart. Without warning a big blue hand grabbed him. As he was pulled downwards, he had that weird feeling in his tummy that you get on a swing and in very fast elevators. He extended his paws instinctively as he felt like now his time had come. Am I dead yet?
Opening his eyes he saw the most scary face a squirrel could imagine. Of course he had seen Mactíre and Elizabeth, but he was used to them and other wizards did never come this close. This nose, those eyes, these teeth, everything was so.... enormous - which lead to the squirrel passing out completely. It started to dream about its wizard: Elizabeth had told him: 'Go and welcome our guests', then he had disobeyed her orders out of curiosity and met the Raven in secrecy. He had messed it up! Oh, Elizabeth, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to spy, I just wanted to welcome him, but I was too shy. No, not shy, this will make look weak! All this bad conscience really weakens me. Why do I even have a conscience? Humans have that, at least some...Will I become human one day? She promised, yes she said that being human was the greatest thing in the world, now I'm already quite old, I would be around 50, that's not too bad...
Everyone would see right through him, him being a disloyal brat or rat for that matter, they would smell his bad conscience a mile away! Oh trouble, of sorrow, how to survive this guilt? A miniature tear crept out of Millipedes eye. All he had wanted, was to be was to be of service, but - yet again - he felt as useless as a rotting walnut. Oh, get over it his alter-ego yelled at him, You have to be strong if you want us to survive! We are going to growl! Oh yeah! A loud 'Chreetch' escaped from his snout and he awoke from it instantly, looking up.
They haven't made to her door yet! There still is time! Millipede jumped out of the robe, aped up a column, its voice still being a little hoarse 'Welcome!', rushing down again 'Welcome! Most admired, most worshiped, most adored master-friend of my mistress! I welcome you!!!' Then he did that thing, where he moved his head like an Indian dancer, only much more abruptly, waiting for a reaction and ready to be gone in a second.