Part XV

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Part XV With headscarf and Hasselblad in the glens.

Louise had chosen to penetrate the castle, wisely in my estimation  

though I would have as easily accepted her picking the lock of the  

carriage porch with her tines and establishing herself in the entrance  

hall, from the kitchen court where we had discovered the late toilers  

at their work. Perhaps she was correct in obtaining admission by  

subterfuge as we had the advantage of having avoided surveillance  

so far as we knew, though Bumbart herself confronted us at the exit  

from the kitchen area. I had to admire this majestic feline's unruffled  

composure, so much in contrast with Muscletone's, but for a moment  

I was concerned lest she raise the alarm and call the seekers back  

within, perhaps even scamper chamberwards to pat the royal cheek.  

I cannot tell whether it was that the arrival of cervid corpses en route  

from moor to spit was so familiar a sight to her, or whether she  

accepted fellow quadrupeds of any sort unquestioningly within her  

territory, provided they did not fall within her prey-target definition,  

but after exhibiting transient arching and incipient hissing, both almost  

instantly suppressed, for we must have presented an unusual  

silhouette against the kitchen lights, she approached near enough to  

conduct a formal cheek rub on Louise's left fore hoof. This act, a  

complimentary marker, was followed by a brazen lateral ascent  

conducted with all the confidence and skill of an accomplished  

furniture mounter, and once dorsally situated she began to knead, or  

depsite as I prefer to describe it, within a few inches of my face. I had  

acquired a companion rider! And one well acquainted with the  

labyrinthine interior of the building. After her initial demonstrations of  

affection, Bumbart took up a position between Louise's antlers where  

she could communicate directions with paw pats and be clear of swift  

antler furls that might have sent her tumbling ignominiously to the  

flagstones. For Louise, much to our peril, had once more extended  

her antlers to their full span which even in the larger interior areas  

risked scooping objects of all sorts from vertical and horizontal  

surfaces, with the added greater risk of ensnarement with pendant  

objects. I could not help but anticipate an inextricable involvement  

with an antler chandelier, with which the castle was known to  

abound, and was afraid that Louise in her progress would acquire a  

whole train of trophies, conversation pieces, soft furnishings,  

electrical appliances, trugfuls of goji berries, even the odd duchesse  

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