She steered the carpet away from the stables and flew around the House. She then flew over the woodlands of the estate and out over the city.
Below her she could see the rooftops of the houses, and the narrow cobbled streets bathed in the moonlight, and the little twinkles of the gas lamps along the main roads.
There were no people around – everyone, even the night workers, seemed to be fast asleep.
Everywhere Maggie flew she could see only animals looking up at her silently waving and wagging their tails.