“ Once again, the stranger’s resemblance to

Old Father Time struck Justin forcibly. His

clothes were dishevelled and far too big for

his emaciated body. His long, white hair stuck

up in sparse feathery tufts and a beard hung

almost to his waist. He looked like a scrawny

prehistoric scarecrow and smelt pleasantly

of highland rain and windblown bracken. ”


A mechanical figure of Old Father Time stands to the
right of the Old Thyme Clock in the library. Justin never
paid much attention to this mythological character ...
until the morning an elderly stranger turned up at the
castle claiming to be his long-lost grandfather.