“ 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.