The boy made a soft, angry noise in the back of his throat, the memory still painful to him.
"I was reaching for one of the books in the library and I was on the little box-step, I reached too high and lost my balance. My legs and my back took most of the force." He explained, still feeling foolish for it. He knew better than to use the box-step for the books on the top shelf but he hadn't seen any harm in it, and then he'd tumbled and the sound of the fall and his screams had brought the maids and Mrs. Ramsey whose cure had been the ice-bath. And worse than that he felt weak because he hadn’t been able to stand after the fall and even now his legs ached.