Septimus Heap_ Magyk Part 8

14.

DEPPEN D DITCH.

Marcia was snappy. Very snappy. snappy.

Keeping two spells on the go was a tough one. Especially since one of them, being a Projection Projection, was a Reverse Reverse form of form of Magyk Magyk and, unlike most spells that Marcia used, still had links to the and, unlike most spells that Marcia used, still had links to the Darke Darke side-the side-the Other Other side, as Marcia preferred to call it. It took a brave and skillful Wizard to use side, as Marcia preferred to call it. It took a brave and skillful Wizard to use Reverse Magyk Reverse Magyk without inviting the without inviting the Other Other in. Alther had taught Marcia well, for many of the spells he had learned from DomDaniel did indeed bring in in. Alther had taught Marcia well, for many of the spells he had learned from DomDaniel did indeed bring in Darke Magyk Darke Magyk, and Alther had become adept at blocking it out. Marcia was only too well aware that all the time she was using the Projection Projection, the Other Other hovered about them, awaiting its chance to break into the spell. hovered about them, awaiting its chance to break into the spell.

Which explained why Marcia felt as though her brain had no room left for anything else, certainly not for making the effort to be polite.

"For goodness' sake, get this wretched boat moving, Nicko," snapped Marcia. Nicko looked hurt. There was no need to talk to him like that.

"Someone's got to paddle it, then," muttered Nicko. "And it would help if I could see where we're going."

With some effort, and a consequent increase in snappiness, Marcia cleared a tunnel through the Fog Fog. Silas kept quiet. He knew that Marcia was having to use a huge amount of Magyk Magyk energy and skill, and he felt a grudging respect for her. There was no way Silas would ever dare attempt a energy and skill, and he felt a grudging respect for her. There was no way Silas would ever dare attempt a Projection Projection, let alone keep a ma.s.sive Fog Fog going at the same time. He had to hand it to her-she was pretty good. going at the same time. He had to hand it to her-she was pretty good.

Silas left Marcia to her Magyk Magyk and paddled and paddled Muriel Muriel through the thick white coc.o.o.n of the through the thick white coc.o.o.n of the Fog Fog tunnel while Nicko carefully steered the boat toward the bright starry sky at the end of the tunnel. Soon Nicko felt the bottom of the boat sc.r.a.ping along rough sand, and tunnel while Nicko carefully steered the boat toward the bright starry sky at the end of the tunnel. Soon Nicko felt the bottom of the boat sc.r.a.ping along rough sand, and Muriel Muriel b.u.mped up against a thick tuft of sedge gra.s.s. b.u.mped up against a thick tuft of sedge gra.s.s.

They had reached the safety of the Marram Marshes.

Marcia breathed a sigh of relief and let the Fog Fog disperse. Everyone relaxed, except for Jenna. Jenna, who had not been the only girl in a family of six boys without learning a thing or two, had Boy 412 facedown on the deck in an armlock. disperse. Everyone relaxed, except for Jenna. Jenna, who had not been the only girl in a family of six boys without learning a thing or two, had Boy 412 facedown on the deck in an armlock.

"Let him go, Jen," said Nicko.

"Why?" demanded Jenna.

"He's only a silly boy."

"But he nearly got us all killed. We saved his life when he was buried in the snow and he betrayed us," Jenna said angrily.

Boy 412 was silent. Buried in the snow? Saved his life? All he remembered was falling asleep outside the Wizard Tower and then waking up a prisoner in Marcia's rooms.

"Let him go, Jenna," said Silas. "He doesn't understand what's going on."

"All right," said Jenna, a little reluctantly releasing Boy 412 from the armlock. "But I think he's a pig pig."

Boy 412 sat up slowly, rubbing his arm. He didn't like the way everyone was glaring him. And he didn't like the way the Princess girl called him a pig, especially after she had been so nice to him before. Boy 412 huddled by himself as far away from Jenna as he could get and tried to work things out in his head. It wasn't easy. Nothing made sense. He tried to remember what they told him in the Young Army.

Facts. There are only facts. Good facts. Bad facts. So: Fact One. Kidnapped: BAD.Fact Two. Uniform stolen: BAD.Fact Three. Pushed down rubbish chute: BAD. Really BAD.Fact Four. Shoved into cold smelly boat: BAD.Fact Five. Not killed by Wizards (yet): GOOD.Fact Six. Probably going to be killed by Wizards soon: BAD.

Boy 412 counted up the GOODs and the BADs. As usual, the BADs outnumbered the GOODs, which didn't surprise him.

Nicko and Jenna clambered out of Muriel Muriel and scrambled up the gra.s.sy bank beside the small sandy beach on which and scrambled up the gra.s.sy bank beside the small sandy beach on which Muriel Muriel now lay with her sails hanging loose. Nicko wanted a rest from being in charge of the boat. He took his responsibilities as skipper very seriously, and while he was actually in now lay with her sails hanging loose. Nicko wanted a rest from being in charge of the boat. He took his responsibilities as skipper very seriously, and while he was actually in Muriel Muriel he felt that if anything went wrong, it was somehow his fault. Jenna was pleased to be on dry land again, or rather slightly damp land-the gra.s.s she sat down on had a soggy, squashy feel to it, as though it was growing on a big piece of wet sponge, and it was covered in a light dusting of snow. he felt that if anything went wrong, it was somehow his fault. Jenna was pleased to be on dry land again, or rather slightly damp land-the gra.s.s she sat down on had a soggy, squashy feel to it, as though it was growing on a big piece of wet sponge, and it was covered in a light dusting of snow.

With Jenna at a safe distance, Boy 412 dared to look up, and he saw something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Magyk. Powerful Magyk Magyk.

Boy 412 stared at Marcia. Although no one else seemed to have noticed, he could see the haze of Magyk Magyk energy that surrounded her. It glowed a s.h.i.+mmering purple, flickering across the surface of her ExtraOrdinary Wizard cloak and giving her dark curly hair a deep purple s.h.i.+ne. Marcia's brilliant green eyes glittered as she gazed into infinity, observing a silent film that only she could see. Despite his Young Army anti-Wizard training, Boy 412 found himself awestruck in the presence of energy that surrounded her. It glowed a s.h.i.+mmering purple, flickering across the surface of her ExtraOrdinary Wizard cloak and giving her dark curly hair a deep purple s.h.i.+ne. Marcia's brilliant green eyes glittered as she gazed into infinity, observing a silent film that only she could see. Despite his Young Army anti-Wizard training, Boy 412 found himself awestruck in the presence of Magyk Magyk.

The film Marcia was watching was, of course,[image] and her six mirror-image crew. They were sailing fast toward the wide mouth of the river and had nearly reached the open sea at the Port. They were, to the Hunter's amazement, reaching incredible speeds for a small sailing boat, and although the bullet boat managed to keep and her six mirror-image crew. They were sailing fast toward the wide mouth of the river and had nearly reached the open sea at the Port. They were, to the Hunter's amazement, reaching incredible speeds for a small sailing boat, and although the bullet boat managed to keep[image] in sight, it was having trouble closing the distance enough for the Hunter to fire his silver bullet. The ten oarsmen were also tiring, and the Hunter was quite hoa.r.s.e from screaming at them to go "faster, fools!" in sight, it was having trouble closing the distance enough for the Hunter to fire his silver bullet. The ten oarsmen were also tiring, and the Hunter was quite hoa.r.s.e from screaming at them to go "faster, fools!"

The Apprentice had sat obediently in the back of the boat for the entire Chase. The angrier the Hunter had become, the less he had dared to say anything at all and the more he had slunk down into his tiny s.p.a.ce at the sweaty feet of Oarsman Number Ten. But as time went on Oarsman Number Ten began to mutter extremely rude and interesting comments about the Hunter under his breath, and the Apprentice got a little braver. He gazed out over the water and stared at the speeding. The more he looked at, the more he knew that something was wrong.

Finally the Apprentice dared to shout out to the Hunter, "Did you know that that boat's name is back to front?"

"Don't try to be clever with me me, boy."

The Hunter's eyesight was good, but maybe not as good as a ten-and-a-half-year-old boy's, whose hobby was collecting and labeling ants. Not for nothing had the Apprentice spent hours at his Master's Camera Obscura, hidden far away in the Badlands, watching the river. He knew the names and histories of all the boats that sailed there. He knew that the boat they had been chasing before before the the Fog Fog was was Muriel Muriel, built by Rupert Gringe and hired out to catch herring. He also knew that after after the the Fog Fog the boat was called the boat was called[image] , and " , and "[image]" was a mirror image of "Muriel." And he had been an Apprentice to DomDaniel for long enough to know exactly what that meant.

[image]was a Projection Projection, an Apparition Apparition, a Phantasm Phantasm and an and an Illusion Illusion.

Luckily for the Apprentice, who was just about to inform the Hunter of this interesting fact, at that very moment back in the real Muriel Muriel, Maxie licked Marcia's hand in a friendly, s...o...b..ry wolfhound way. Marcia shuddered at the warm wolfhound spit, her concentration lapsed for a second, and[image] briefly disappeared in front of the Hunter's own eyes. The boat quickly reappeared again, but too late. briefly disappeared in front of the Hunter's own eyes. The boat quickly reappeared again, but too late.[image] had given herself away. had given herself away.

The Hunter screamed in fury and slammed his fist down on the bullet box. Then he screamed again, this time in pain. He had broken his fifth metacarpal. His little finger. And it hurt hurt. Nursing his hand, the Hunter yelled at the oarsmen: "Turn around, you fools!"

The bullet boat stopped, the oarsmen reversed their seats and wearily started rowing in the opposite direction. The Hunter found himself in the back of the boat. The Apprentice, to his delight, was now in the front.

But the bullet boat was not the efficient machine it had been. The oarsmen were rapidly tiring and were not taking kindly to having insults screamed at them by an increasingly hysterical would-be murderer. The rhythm of their rowing faltered, and the smooth movement of the bullet boat became uneven and uncomfortable.

The Hunter sat glowering in the back of the boat. He knew that for the fourth fourth time that night the Trail had gone cold. The Hunt was turning bad. time that night the Trail had gone cold. The Hunt was turning bad.

The Apprentice, however, was enjoying the turnaround. He sat low at what was now the prow and, rather like Maxie, put his nose in the air and enjoyed the sensation of the night air rus.h.i.+ng past him. He also felt relieved that he had been able to do his job. His Master would be proud. He imagined himself back at his Master's side and how he would describe the way he he had detected a fiendish had detected a fiendish Projection Projection and saved the day. Perhaps it would stop his Master from being so disappointed in his lack of and saved the day. Perhaps it would stop his Master from being so disappointed in his lack of Magykal Magykal talent. He did try, thought the Apprentice, he really did, but somehow he just never quite got it. Whatever talent. He did try, thought the Apprentice, he really did, but somehow he just never quite got it. Whatever it it was. was.

It was Jenna who saw the dreaded searchlight coming around a distant bend.

"They're coming back!" she yelled.

Marcia jumped, lost the Projection Projection completely and, far away at the Port, completely and, far away at the Port,[image] and her crew disappeared forever, much to the shock of a lone fisherman on the harbor wall. and her crew disappeared forever, much to the shock of a lone fisherman on the harbor wall.

"We've got to hide the boat," said Nicko, jumping up and running along the gra.s.sy bank, followed by Jenna.

Silas shoved Maxie out of the boat and told him to go and lie down. Then he helped Marcia out, and Boy 412 scrambled after her.

Marcia sat on the gra.s.sy bank of Deppen Ditch, determined to keep her purple python shoes dry for as long as she possibly could. Everyone else, including, to Jenna's surprise, Boy 412, waded into the shallow water and pushed Muriel Muriel clear of the sand so that she was floating again. Then Nicko grabbed a rope and pulled clear of the sand so that she was floating again. Then Nicko grabbed a rope and pulled Muriel Muriel along the Deppen Ditch until she rounded a corner and could no longer be seen from the river. The tide was falling now, and along the Deppen Ditch until she rounded a corner and could no longer be seen from the river. The tide was falling now, and Muriel Muriel floated low in the Ditch, her short mast hidden by the steeply rising banks. floated low in the Ditch, her short mast hidden by the steeply rising banks.

The sound of the Hunter screaming at the oarsmen drifted across the water, and Marcia stuck her head up over the top of the Ditch to see what was going on. She had never seen anything quite like it. The Hunter was standing very precariously in the back of the bullet boat wildly waving one arm in the air. He kept up a nonstop barrage of insults directed at the oarsmen, who had by now lost all sense of rhythm and were letting the bullet boat zigzag across the water.

"I shouldn't do this," said Marcia. "I really shouldn't. It's petty and vindictive and it demeans the power of Magyk Magyk, but I don't care. don't care."

Jenna, Nicko and Boy 412 rushed to the top of the Ditch to see what Marcia was about to do. As they watched, Marcia pointed her finger at the Hunter and muttered, "Dive!" "Dive!"

For a split second the Hunter felt odd, as though he was about to do something very stupid-which he was. For some reason he could not understand, he raised his arms elegantly above his head and carefully pointed his hands toward the water. Then he slowly bent his knees and dived neatly out of the bullet boat, performing a skillful somersault before he landed perfectly in the freezing cold water.

Reluctantly, and rather unnecessarily slowly, the oarsmen rowed back and helped the gasping Hunter into the boat.

"You really shouldn't have done that, sir," said Oarsman Number Ten. "Not in this weather."

The Hunter could not reply. His teeth chattered so loudly that he could hardly think, let alone speak. His wet clothes clung to him as he s.h.i.+vered violently in the cold night air. Gloomily, he surveyed the marshland where he was sure his quarry had fled but could see no sign of them. Seasoned Hunter that he was, he knew better than to take to the Marram Marshes on foot in the middle of the night. There was nothing else for it-the Trail was dead and he must return to the Castle.

The bullet boat began its long, cold journey to the Castle while the Hunter huddled in the stern, nursing his broken finger and contemplating the ruins of his Hunt. And his reputation.

"Serves him right," said Marcia. "Horrible little man."

"Not entirely professional," a familiar voice boomed from the bottom of the Ditch, "but completely understandable, my dear. In my younger days I would have been tempted myself."

"Alther!" gasped Marcia, turning a little pink.

15.

MIDNIGHT AT THE B BEACH.

Uncle Alther!" yelled Jenna happily. She scrambled down the bank and joined Alther, who was standing on the beach staring, puzzled, at a fis.h.i.+ng rod he was holding. She scrambled down the bank and joined Alther, who was standing on the beach staring, puzzled, at a fis.h.i.+ng rod he was holding.

"Princess!" Alther beamed and gave her his ghostly hug, which always made Jenna feel as though a warm summer breeze had wafted through her.

"Well, well," said Alther, "I used to come here fis.h.i.+ng as a boy, and I seem to have brought the fis.h.i.+ng rod too. I hoped I might find you all here."

Jenna laughed. She could not believe that Uncle Alther had ever been a boy.

"Are you coming with us, Uncle Alther?" she asked.

"Sorry, Princess. I can't. You know the rules of Ghosthood: A Ghost may only tread once moreWhere, living, he has trod before.

And, unfortunately, as a boy I never got farther than this beach here. Too many good fish to be had, you see. Now," said Alther changing the subject, "is that a picnic basket I see in the bottom of the boat?"

Lying under a soggy coil of rope was the picnic basket that Sally Mullin had made up for them. Silas heaved it out.

"Oh, my back," he groaned. "What has has she put in it?" Silas lifted the lid. "Ah, that explains it." He sighed. "Stuffed full of barley cake. Still, it made good ballast, hey?" she put in it?" Silas lifted the lid. "Ah, that explains it." He sighed. "Stuffed full of barley cake. Still, it made good ballast, hey?"

"Dad," remonstrated Jenna. "Don't be mean. Anyway, we like barley cake, don't we, Nicko?"

Nicko pulled a face, but Boy 412 looked hopeful. Food Food. He was so hungry-he couldn't even remember the last thing he had to eat. Oh, yes, that was it, a bowl of cold, lumpy porridge just before the 6 A.M. roll call that morning. It seemed a lifetime away.

Silas lifted out the other rather squashed items that lay under the barley cake. A tinder box and dry kindling, a can of water, some chocolate, sugar and milk. He set about making a small fire and hung the can of water over it to boil while everyone cl.u.s.tered around the flickering flames, warming up their cold hands in between chewing on the thick slabs of cake.

Even Marcia ignored the barley cake's well-known tendency to glue the teeth together and ate almost a whole slab. Boy 412 gulped down his share and finished off all the bits that anyone else had left too. Then he lay back on the damp sand and wondered if he would ever be able to move again. He felt as though someone had poured concrete into him.

Jenna put her hand in her pocket and took out Petroc Trelawney. He sat very still and quiet in her hand, Jenna stroked him gently, and Petroc put out his four stumpy legs and waved them helplessly in the air. He was lying on his back like a stranded beetle.

"Oops, wrong way up." Jenna chuckled. She set him the right way up, and Petroc Trelawney opened his eyes and blinked slowly.

Jenna stuck a crumb of barley cake on her thumb and offered it to the pet rock.

Petroc Trelawney blinked again, gave the barley cake some thought, then nibbled delicately at the cake crumb. Jenna was thrilled.

"He's eaten it!" she exclaimed.

"He would," said Nicko. "Rock cake for a pet rock. Perfect."

But even Petroc Trelawney could not manage more than a large crumb of barley cake. He gazed around him for a few more minutes and then closed his eyes and went back to sleep in the warmth of Jenna's hand.

Soon the water in the can over the fire was boiling. Silas melted the dark chocolate squares into it and added the milk. He mixed it up just the way he liked it, and when it was about to bubble over, he poured in the sugar and stirred.

"The best hot chocolate ever," Nicko p.r.o.nounced. No one disagreed as the can was pa.s.sed around and finished all too soon.

While everyone was eating, Alther had been practicing his casting technique with his fis.h.i.+ng rod in a preoccupied manner, and when he saw that they had finished, he wafted over to the fire. He looked serious.

"Something happened after you left," he said quietly.

Silas felt a weight lurch to the bottom of his stomach, and it wasn't just the barley cake. It was dread.

"What is it, Alther?" asked Silas, horribly sure that he was going to hear that Sarah and the boys had been captured.

Alther knew what Silas was thinking.

"It's not that, Silas," he said. "Sarah and the boys are fine. But it is very bad. DomDaniel has come back to the Castle."

"What?" gasped Marcia. "He can't can't come back. come back. I'm I'm the ExtraOrdinary Wizard-I've got the Amulet. And I've left the Tower stuffed full of Wizards-there's enough the ExtraOrdinary Wizard-I've got the Amulet. And I've left the Tower stuffed full of Wizards-there's enough Magyk Magyk in that tower to keep the old has-been buried in the Badlands where he belongs. Are you sure he's back, Alther, and it's not some joke the Supreme Custodian-that revolting little rat-is playing while I'm away?" in that tower to keep the old has-been buried in the Badlands where he belongs. Are you sure he's back, Alther, and it's not some joke the Supreme Custodian-that revolting little rat-is playing while I'm away?"

"It's no joke, Marcia," Alther said. "I saw him myself. As soon as Muriel had rounded Raven's Rock, he Materialized Materialized in the Wizard Tower Courtyard. The whole place crackled with in the Wizard Tower Courtyard. The whole place crackled with Darke Magyk Darke Magyk. Smelled terrible. Sent the Wizards into a blind panic, scurrying here, there and everywhere, like a crowd of ants when you tread on their nest."

"That's disgraceful. What were they thinking of? I don't know, the quality of the average Ordinary Wizard is appalling nowdays," said Marcia, casting a glance in Silas's direction. "And where was Endor? She's meant to be my deputy-don't tell me Endor panicked as well?"

"No. No, she didn't. She came out and confronted him. She put a Bar Bar across the doors to the Tower." across the doors to the Tower."

"Oh, thank goodness. The Tower is safe." Marcia sighed with relief.

"No, Marcia, it's not. DomDaniel struck Endor down with a Thunderflash Thunderflash. She's dead." Alther tied a particularly complicated knot in his fis.h.i.+ng line. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Dead," Marcia mumbled.

"Then he Removed Removed the Wizards." the Wizards."