Fyre
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 Angie Sage

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Milo was floundering. “Marcia, how nice. Goodness. Fancy seeing you here.”
Marcia looked confused. “I generally am here. This is where I live. And where I work.”
“Yes, yes. Of course. What I meant was that I didn’t expect to bump into you.”
“No?”
“No. I, um, have some business here. A small project of mine.”
“Oh. You never said. I might have been able to help.”
“No . . . no, I don’t think so.”
“Oh.”
“But of course, er, thank you for the offer. I do hope you understand,” Milo said anxiously. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I know how busy you are. That’s why I come here in the mornings.”
“Mornings?”
“Er, yes. Hildegarde said it was the best time.”
“Hildegarde?”
“Yes. But of course if you prefer I can see Hildegarde other times.”
“It matters not a jot to me when you choose to see Miss Pigeon,” Marcia said icily. “However, I will be having words with Miss Pigeon about using work time for social engagements.” Marcia turned on her purple python heel and strode off.
Milo caught up with her at the foot of the stairs. “But it’s not a social—”
Marcia glared at Milo. “I find that I have other commitments this evening. Double speed!” The stairs did Marcia’s bidding and took her whirling upward. A distant scream followed by a thump came from somewhere far above as a Wizard was thrown off by the sudden change of speed.
Beetle and Milo watched Marcia’s purple cloak disappear.
“Bother,” Milo said. “Bother, bother, bother.”
“I’ll second that,” said Beetle.
On the way back to the Manuscriptorium, Beetle saw Jenna’s distinctive red cloak going past the Manuscriptorium, and he decided to take a detour to check out the nearest of Marcellus’s crosses. After a fruitless hour he discovered that the three closest to the Wizard Tower were not possible to verify. Two were on top of roofs and one was actually inside a building. He suspected that the others would be the same. Beetle walked slowly back to the Manuscriptorium. He knew that Marcellus Pye was up to something. But what was it?
8
KEEPER’S COTTAGE
Sarah Heap was fiddling around in the herb garden potting shed when Jenna let herself into the garden from the side gate. From Jenna’s expression Sarah knew what the answer to her question would be, but she asked anyway.
“Hello, love. Any luck?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s so cold. Look at the frogs.”
“Frogs? What frogs?” Jenna sounded touchy.
“Exactly—what frogs. They are all hiding in walls, asleep. Their hearts hardly beat at all in the winter, you know. And the Dragon Boat, she’s cold-blooded too, like a frog.”
Jenna was indignant. “She’s nothing like a frog, Mum.”
“Well, obviously she doesn’t look like one but—”
“And anyway, I heard her all through the last Big Freeze and the one before. I’m worried that the Darke Domaine might have seeped into her somehow.” Jenna took out a tiny blue glass bottle. On its small brown label was written: Tx3 Revive. “I’ve had this for so long now and every time I tell Aunt Zelda that we should use it and revive the Dragon Boat properly she makes an excuse. But I am not being put off any longer. I am going to see Aunt Zelda. Right now.” Jenna strode off.
“Jenna!” Sarah called after her.
Jenna stopped at the walled gate that led into a covered way to the Palace. “What?”
Sarah picked her way along the icy gravel path to where Jenna waited impatiently. Unlike Sarah, Jenna liked to get things done as soon as she had thought of them. Sarah put her hand on Jenna’s arm.
“Aunt Zelda is not quite as . . .” Sarah searched for the right word. “Er, Aunt Zelda-ish as she used to be. She is getting very forgetful—you know she forgot to come to the wedding. She doesn’t always realize she forgets, but it upsets her when she does. Don’t . . . well, don’t expect too much.”
“But she has to do it, Mum. It is her job as Keeper.”
Sarah looked at Jenna fondly. “I know. When will you be back, love?”
“As soon as I can,” Jenna replied. She gave Sarah a quick kiss and ran off along the covered way toward a small door at the foot of the east turret.
Sarah watched her go. She thought how Jenna had grown up during the past month. She thought how Queenly she looked. Sarah smiled at the idea of her little girl being Queen. It will suit her, she thought. She is ready now.