So the Sorcerer would take away his suit. Would the power of Gæa go with it? Raphael was afraid of this.
‘I won’t,’ he repeated stubbornly.
‘Sorry, Sir,’ replied the mechanico politely. And then before Raphael could scream or cry out, he was seized and his feather suit stripped from him. He burst into angry tears.
‘Let my brother alone,’ spoke up Cassandra sharply and flew at the mechanico. But he was gone, and the door shut behind him. Raphael, angry though he was, noticed that his sister’s eyes were brighter and that her cheeks were touched with pink.
The boy, trembling with rage, put on the clothes the Sorcerer had given him.
Just then a bell rang.
‘What is that?’ he asked.
‘Supper,’ said Cassandra.
‘I won’t go. I don’t want anything to eat,’ stormed the boy.
‘Come on, Raff, dear,’ urged Cassandra. ‘To please me.’