‘Where is the little boy?’ she wanted to know.
‘What boy? We have been here all the time, but we haven’t seen any boy’. The guards shrugged their shoulders, looked at the Queen and each other in confusion.
‘Whatever, forget it. Bring me a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate at once!' and she hurried back into the castle.
That night Queen couldn’t fall asleep. The little boy, the glove, the dagger, and the mysterious letter were running through her mind, but she couldn’t make any connections. She had so many questions coming up in her mind again and again: ‘Who was the boy? How did the glove disappear? Why was she the only one who saw the boy? What about the dagger and the letter?' And then it all started. Queen woke up from a horrible nightmare, sweating and panting heavily. It was a full moon, so it was bright in the room but kind of foggy. She glanced at the window, it was closed, but there were dirty footsteps on the floor. What shocked her most was that the door was open widely, although she had locked it.