The next day was Saturday, so Iain and Percy left bright and early to go back to the castle. Percy was going to be a proper gargoyle, now that he wasn’t scared of heights anymore.
It was raining and grey as Iain carried Percy to the top of the castle in his knapsack. The stairs were steep, but Percy was brave. He didn’t even notice how much it would hurt to fall down them if Iain slipped. No sir, not one bit.
When they finally got to the top, Iain set down his pack.
“Here we are, Percy!” he said, “are you ready?”
Percy peeked out, saw the dark clouds, the rain and the wind and the long, long drop off the side of the castle…
“I…” he squeaked, “I… I don’t think I can do this, Iain.”
Iain knelt down next to the pack.
“But you’re brave now, remember?” he said kindly, “you got up to the tree house!”
“The tree house is a whole lot shorter than a castle,” Percy whimpered, “This is too much. There’s no way I can do it.”
“Are you sure?” Iain asked.
“I’m sure,” sighed Percy, “let’s go home.”
