While Audrey is away on her grand tour of Europe, Tutor saves his meager pay, and empties his savings, to buy her a welcome home present. She who cannot manage to fly with feathered wings, or like a flying squirrel, shall have a trampoline! For what he can afford, it will not be much, only about 5 feet in diameter, with a tiny patch a kid can jump on in the middle, and fragile fold down aluminum legs, but it is rated for a child up to 85 pounds and Audrey is only 62 pounds. Besides beggars can't be choosers, and at $110, plus shipping, it represents 3 months pay, net of the charges he pays for room and board, and the interest at 24% APR on the courtesy employee credit card at the Castle's company store, for sundries. Tutor knows full well that a trampoline is dangerous. A child could jump and fall on the floor, or hit her head on the ceiling and knock herself out, or worse, she might catch a foot in the springs, and break a leg, which might never heal, and she might limp the rest of her life. So, this is a sin committed in cold blood. The trampoline is ordered, arrives, and is secreted in the Dungeon, behind the panel where over the centuries the Dungeon Masters have scribbled their names, or left their bloody mark, as hand prints, in defense of freedom or whatever ideal it might have been at the time, like fealty, fiduciary duty, or the great chain of being, to preserve whatever dynasty is hegemonic, and whatever patron pays the bills.
When Audrey returns, pent up, and excited to see Rex, and even happy to see Tutor, he whispers to her that he has a present for her, but it has to be their secret. It is way up in the Castle, on the highest battlement, on the very tip of the highest turret. When they climb to the top of the winding, cobwebbed stair, there it is: the trampoline glinting silver in the sun. "You get to fly, after all, kid!" Yet, honestly, it is a disappointment at first. Audrey can bounce and jounce, but her highest elevation is only about three feet. "This is not flying! I am going to really fly!" And she scuttles up the battlement wall, until she balances on the wall, about 20 feet above the terrace. "O, No!," says Tutor, "This is getting out of hand." Audrey is on the edge of the parapet, with a straight drop below to the rocks, 15 stories down. The white capped waves crash and break on jagged stone. The Audrey flag, "Own Rule Save" is flying straight out, in a high wind from the turret's flagpole. And there is Audrey windmilling her arms, as she teeters on the wall. "I'm gonna fall! I'm gonna fall! Help! Save me!"
Tutor races across the stone terrace. Will he get there in time? Audrey leaps over his head and lands at maybe 100 miles an hour on the tiny canvas patch at the center of the trampoline at a 45 degree angle. Knowing the laws of physics, you know what happens next. Her trajectory makes a right angle, 45 degree slant coming in at 100 miles an hour, from a height of 20 feet, energy absorbed by the springs, with some slight loss to friction, and her 65 pound body, a missile, shooting up at a 45 degree angle at 93 miles an hour, headed directly for the facing stone wall of the Castle. "I am flying!" The trampoline is destroyed, bent to the floor; Audrey is at her apex. Tutor is like the center fielder in the final game of the World's Series, with the Series on the line, final pitch, hit to center field, over the wall? Not quite, Tutor manages to hit the wall, leaping, with both hands extended to snatch his charge from the air, the back of his head clobbering the stone. Together, they drop to the deck. Soft landing. Audrey is squirming. "I did it, Tutor, I flew!" Mission accomplished; everyone safe!
Unfortunately, though, the Trampoline Incident is caught on the Castle's surveillance system, and there will soon be hell to pay.