He didn’t smile. I rolled my eyes and stepped up beside him to peek inside. When I saw the harp uncovered but seemingly unharmed, I stood up straighter. Thank goodness for small mercies.

‘I apologise,’ Byron said stiffly, ‘that you were given accommodation like this. You should be in the village with everyone else. I’ll arrange for you to be moved there immediately.’

I looked quickly at the others, noting the glint in their eyes. ‘It’s not so bad here. The peace and quiet is nice and we like rustic living.’

Lexie nodded. ‘Communing with earth.’

‘At one with nature,’ Speck threw in.

Byron frowned but didn’t pursue it. ‘If you wish.’

I smiled. ‘We do. Although if you could install a permanent guard then we can avoid any future misunderstandings of this sort.’

His frown slowly evaporated and he scratched his chin; he knew where I was going with this. ‘You understand why you’d be a suspect, Integrity. You are a thief.’

I met his eyes. ‘I was a thief. Maybe you’re right and I still am that person but I’m not going to jeopardise my chance to compete in the Games. This wasn’t us.’ Brochan groaned and sat up, rubbing his forehead. My voice hardened. ‘Any of us.’

‘I believe you,’ Byron said quietly.

I nodded. ‘Thank you.’ Then, because I could afford to, I widened my smile. ‘I don’t suppose you could help us clean up?’

He bowed. ‘It would be my pleasure. Stand back.’

I raised my eyebrows and did as he requested. He smirked slightly and the green in his eyes deepened. I jumped about an inch into the air as there was a clatter from the cabin.

‘Have you ever seen Mary Poppins?’ Byron asked. ‘Or Fantasia?’

‘It’s been a while.’

He leaned in towards me and lowered his voice. ‘Then watch this.’

More clatters sounded. As the rest of us gaped, all manner of objects rose up and righted themselves. A pair of off-white Y-fronts floated in the air. Taylor coughed. ‘They’re mine. Black suitcase.’ They danced away and folded themselves neatly inside it.

A teddy bear waved at us. Byron crooked an eyebrow towards me but Speck raised his hand. ‘Into the backpack, please.’

The sleeping bags – which were unused, of course – rolled themselves up. The cartons of juice, bottles of water and pot noodles stacked themselves on the counter. A hot pink bra edged with lace dangled in the air.

‘I know who this belongs to,’ Byron murmured. I swallowed.

‘Neat trick,’ Speck whispered as everything slotted back into place.

‘You’re right,’ I agreed. ‘I wish I…’

Oh shite. I swayed slightly, feeling both dizzy and sick. ‘Byron, I didn’t mean it.’

He looked at me confused. Brochan got to his feet, albeit rather slowly, and threw me a warning glare. I grimaced and fell quiet, passing my hand across my forehead.