![]() "He was never out of my sight," Will said quickly. Tessa fixed a gray-eyed stare on her husband. "We live in a world of possibilities," Will said. "And it's possible he somehow got a dagger from where it is secured on the wall, out of his reach," Tessa said. "It's possible I took him to the weapons room," Will said. ![]() ![]() "Where did he find the dagger?" Tessa asked. "Spoon," James said, tottering off across the parlor. James had recently become very attached to this wooden spoon and carried it with him everywhere, often refusing to go to sleep without it. Tessa swiftly removed the dagger from his tiny hands and replaced it with a wooden spoon. "Ducks," he said, pointing at the feathers. He stabbed it into a sofa cushion, sending out a burst of feathers. ![]() Little James Herondale, age two, was in fact holding a dagger quite well. They like sweets and fire and trying to stick their head up the chimney. "Children like all sorts of things, Will. ![]() “It's not appropriate," Tessa said to her husband, Will. ![]()
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