As the small carriage I have taken from the Prancing Pony finally arrives at the gates of Castle Vexstein, I realise the wisdom of Victor’s and George’s hike up the hill from the village halfway between Prancing Pony and Seventh
Fred talks about castles, Galileo and George
Fred sits casually at one side of the sofa, watching me carefully, occasionally chewing on something as if he’s concentrating very hard. Is this what he does when he’s Thinking, I wonder? “I’ve never been interviewed before,” he explains. “Thank