Fyre
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 Angie Sage

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So, when a heavy thud sounded behind her, Jenna very nearly fell onto the frozen Mott in shock. She spun around and gave a loud shriek. Septimus stood on the path with a just-landed-out-of-nowhere look to him. He was swaying slightly, wreathed in a weird purple glow.
“Sep!” Jenna gasped. “What . . . I mean . . . where did you . . . how did you?”
Septimus was speaking but no sound emerged. Only when the last wisp of Magyk evaporated could Jenna hear what Septimus was saying.
“. . . was a close one, Jen. Really sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to be out here—especially you. What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” Jenna laughed. “I’m just walking. You know, boring stuff, one foot in front of the other? I’m not suddenly appearing out of nowhere with little purple lights flickering all over me.”
“Just my job, Jen.” Septimus grinned.
“Was that one of those Transport things?” Jenna asked.
Septimus looked a little smug. “Yep, it was one of those Transport things.”
“All the way from the Castle?” Jenna sounded impressed.
“Yep. Pretty good, huh?” Happy to be out in the sunshine at long last—and doing something interesting—Septimus linked his arm through Jenna’s and began walking toward the cottage.
“If you want Aunt Zelda, she’s not there,” said Jenna. “I’ve come out to look for her.”
“Oh. Well, I do want to see Aunt Zelda, of course I do, but really it’s her flask I want,” said Septimus. “Or rather, that Marcellus wants.”
“Flask? What flask?”
Septimus shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen it but Marcellus says she keeps it in a cupboard. One that he built especially for it.”
“Marcellus built a cupboard for Aunt Zelda?” Jenna was amazed. “She never said.”
“No, not for Aunt Zelda; he built it for Broda, his wife. You know, she was Keeper when Marcellus was young. I mean when he was first young—in Queen Etheldredda’s time. Your lovely ancestor, Jen,” he teased.
“I know all about Broda—I met her. And if you’re not careful, Septimus Heap, when I am Queen I will be just like Etheldredda and make all Wizard Apprentices come and weed the Palace garden every Saturday.” Jenna laughed.
“She didn’t do that, did she?”
“Yep. It says so in my book.”
“Ah, your book.” Septimus smiled. He knew all about Jenna’s book, The Queen Rules. Jenna had an annoying habit of quoting passages from it.
They walked along the Mott path, skirting the mound of snow that covered the remains of the ancient Roman temple where the Dragon Boat had once lain. Septimus stopped a moment and looked at the mound, remembering the first time he had seen the beautiful boat. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” he said quietly.
Jenna nodded.
“You still can’t hear her?”
“No. It can’t go on any longer, Sep. We need to do the Triple properly this time—with the Tx3 Revive I got from Broda. No more excuses. No more ‘when the time is right, dear’ from Aunt Zelda. I’ll need you there, of course.”
“Just say when and I’ll be there. You know that, Jen.”
Jenna smiled. “Thanks, Sep. I do.”
At the far end of the island past the cottage, two figures, dark against the snow, came into view.
Jenna waved. “Hey! Wolf Boy! Aunt Zelda!”
The shapes were unmistakable. The large slow triangle was Aunt Zelda and the thin, loping creature topped with a mane was clearly Wolf Boy, helping the triangle up the steep slope to the cottage.
“Jen,” said Septimus, “does 409—I mean Wolf Boy—does he know?” He still thought of his old friend by his Young Army number: 409. Just as Wolf Boy thought of Septimus by his Young Army number: 412.
“Know? About the Dragon Boat?”
“No, Jen—about being a triplet, with Marcus and Matt.”
Jenna slowed down. With all her worries about the Dragon Boat she had forgotten about Wolf Boy’s lost brothers. “Well, no, I don’t see how he can know. We were going to tell him at Simon’s wedding, weren’t we? Only Aunt Zelda forgot to come.”
“I thought you might have seen him already,” said Septimus.
Jenna shook her head. “Nope.”
“I really want to tell him myself. Do you mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind, Sep. It’s only right that you tell him.”