"Well, see ... it's a delicate matter and I can't be long, seein' as I left Mrs. Gringe on the Gate and she's in a bit of a state and she don't like countin' the money at the best of times so I got to get back sharpish and, well..."
“So what can I do for you?” asked Hildegarde.
“Oh. Yes, well, I've come to see Silas Heap. If you don't mind.”
“No, I don't mind at all, Mr. Gringe. If you'd like to take a seat over there I'll send a messenger to find him.” Hildegarde went over to the Long Walk and rang a small silver handbell that sat on an ancient ebony chest. The tinkling sound echoed down the empty corridor.
Gringe felt a little overawed by the Palace; he could not quite believe that Silas Heap actually lived there. He eyed the line of fragile-looking gold chairs with little red velvet seats that Hildegarde had waved him over to and decided they looked troublesome, so he scuttled off to the darkest corner of the hall, where he had spied a comfortable-looking armchair. The armchair was almost hidden in the shadows and sitting on it, unseen by Gringe, was the Ancient ghost of Godric, ex-doorkeeper, slumbering peacefully.
“No!” Hildegarde's voice rang out sharply. “Not that seat, Mr. Gringe!”
Gringe, who had been about to sit down, jumped up as though something had bitten him.
“There's someone sitting on that one,” explained Hildegarde.
Gringe, who had never seen a ghost in his entire life and had no intention of starting now, shook his head sadly. It was true what they said; they were all bonkers up at the Palace. That was, of course, why it suited Silas Heap so well.
Gringe was relieved when Silas arrived with Maxie trailing behind him. Silas was a little flustered; he had been glad of an excuse to get away. He had left Marcia searching the Palace for Septimus, who appeared to have skipped an exam, much to Silas's admiration. At last his son was settling down and acting like a normal boy.
Gringe jumped up like a terrier after a rabbit. “Where is he?” he demanded.
“Not you as well,” said Silas. “I've just told Marcia, I don't know. Anyway, it's perfectly normal. Personally, I don't blame the boy for missing the odd exam.”
“What exam?” asked Gringe, taken aback.
"Well, it's not one I remember doing, that's for sure. Can't be that important.
Anyway, what do you want him for? Has he been playing chicken on the drawbridge? That's boys for you." Silas chuckled indulgently, remembering the times when he and a gang of friends would run up the drawbridge as it was being raised and see who could jump at the very last moment and not fall in the Moat.
“Chickens?” asked Gringe, who was getting the usual disconnected feeling of living on a different planet from Silas Heap. “ 'As Simon been pestering chickens now? Not that I'm surprised, mind. He'll cause trouble wherever he goes, that boy will.”
Now it was Silas's turn to be taken aback. “Simon?” he asked. “Chickens?”
Gringe was not to be put off. “Look 'ere, Heap. I just want to know where your Simon is.”
“Well, wouldn't we all?” snapped Silas.
“Yeah. My Rupert would be after him, that's for sure. He's very attached to 'is little sister, is Rupert, and now she's run off again with that good-for-nothin'—”
“Run off with Simon?” asked Silas, who was beginning to share Gringe's opinion of his eldest son as a good-for-nothing. “How?”
“I dunno how. If I knew how I would've stopped her.”
“Well, I'm sorry, Gringe,” said Silas, who was tired of being blamed for Simon's misdeeds, “but I don't know where Simon is. And I'm sorry that your Lucy is still mixed up with him. She's a nice girl.”
“Yeah, she is,” said Gringe, the wind taken out of his sails. Gringe and Silas stood awkwardly in the Palace Hall for a moment. Then Gringe said, "Well, I'll be gettin'
along then. Make sure you keep an eye on your Jenna, if that Simon's around."
“Jenna...” said Silas. “That's funny, I haven't seen her this morning...”
“No? Well, I'd go look for 'er if I was you. I'll be off then. See you later for a game, if you like. I can lend you a set of Counters.”
“I have my own set now, Gringe. No thanks to you,” said Silas, sniffing. And then, remembering Sarah's instructions, he said, "Look, why don't you come up here?
Make a change."
“Me? Up at the Palace twice in one day? Well, well.” Gringe chuckled. “Thank you, Silas.”