Hero Rising. Shane Hegarty
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Название: Hero Rising

Автор: Shane Hegarty

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9780007545667

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СКАЧАТЬ the sea grew shallower, the Bone Creature was slowly emerging now, its skull clearing the water, followed by shoulders made up of many layers of bones. It was accompanied by the sound of scraping through the earth, its feet crunching across the seabed. The shale and broken tools at Finn’s feet shifted.

      “It is much bigger than before,” Hiss said to the other Legends. “We should—”

      A great bone hand reached out from the sea.

      “Run!” said Beag, leaping on to Sulawan’s shoulder.

      Before Finn could take two steps, Sulawan swept him up under one armpit and began to stride hard along the uncertain ground.

      Behind them a hand smashed down on the shore, a thump of splintering bones that fell like shrapnel around those fleeing.

      The serpents dived from above, attacked the Bone Creature, but Finn couldn’t see if they were having any effect on it.

      “Finn, we need to say goodbye now,” Hiss said. “Sulawan will explain your mission.”

      Before Finn could ask anything else, the Legends broke off in different directions, Sulawan running with Finn under his arm.

      The bone fist cracked the beach between them. Being shaken around half upside down, Finn made out only the blur of bone hitting rock, and the way the scattered splinters immediately swept back together and returned to the Bone Creature’s hand as it lifted it free, ready for another attack.

      Sulawan pounded across the shore, Finn held solidly and helplessly in the crater of his armpit – his nose millimetres from being worn away to a nub on the rock wall.

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      Beag was clinging on to Sulawan’s shoulder with apparent ease despite the sharp turns and juddering speed.

      They reached the part of the beach where Finn had first arrived on the island, the pathway running up to the cliff he’d almost fallen off. Sulawan slowed, and peering around his forearm Finn could see only glimpses of the Bone Creature swinging wildly at circling, dive-bombing serpents.

      “Let go,” Finn just about managed to say.

      Sulawan let go, dropping Finn on to stony ground.

      “I didn’t mean let go like that,” said Finn, winded.

      Sulawan grunted.

      Above them, more serpents were appearing through the clouds to pour towards the creature.

      “Call him,” Cyclops said to Beag.

      The tiny Legend stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled so loudly that shrill, piercing sound still rang in Finn’s ears after he had stopped.

      Above them, a serpent reappeared with the Orthrus in its jaws, taking Cornelius and Hiss to safety.

      The mountain shook with the sound of battle.

      “OK, kid, this is where you go home,” said Sulawan. “Next time I see you, you’ll have Gantrua in your pocket.”

      “I can’t do that,” Finn told him. “That would be crazy.”

      Leaning down and thrusting his single eye in Finn’s face, Sulawan snarled. “I hear old Cornelius and Hiss saved your life once. And your father’s. Maybe you should think about that before going all selfish on us.”

      There was a stirring in the water, a blackness moving through the waves towards them.

      “So, let’s say I decide to grab Gantrua,” asked Finn hurriedly. “What then? I just reanimate him, tell him it’s all been a big mistake, ask him for a charm and hope he doesn’t pull my head off?”

      “You call us,” said Cyclops, and handed him a tube, a little longer than Finn’s open hand, and made of some kind of thick shell, ridged and lumpy on the outside but smooth inside its rim.

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      “In here are three of the crystals we smuggled out of this mine over the years and kept out of Gantrua’s hands. You push the end of this Gatemaker, a crystal will poke out the other end. It’ll be enough to punch a gateway open for a brief few seconds. We’ll know you’re ready then.”

      Finn took the thing, felt a squirming within the thick shell.

      “The crystals are attached to living scaldgrubs,” said Beag, “so they can survive the trip to your world.”

      He saw the disgust on Finn’s face.

      “Don’t worry, they’re only baby scaldgrubs,” said Sulawan. “Just don’t go putting your finger in there. They nibble.”

      “I can’t steal Gantrua,” said Finn.

      “You will. For some reason Hiss thinks you can be trusted with this job,” said Sulawan.

      “Sulawan doesn’t trust anyone,” said Beag, smiling.

      The noise from the other side of the cliff was of pure havoc, of serpents screeching, of the Bone Creature attacking.

      “This is a crazy plan, you do realise that?” Finn said over the encroaching noise.

      Sulawan thought about that. “Yeah,” he decided. “It is.”

      The dark shadow in the sea rose, pushing up a humped film of water and creating a wave that raced away either side of it.

      “One last question before you go,” said Sulawan. “Why have you humans been trying to open gateways into our world?”

      Finn shook his head. “I didn’t. We haven’t been.”

      “Well, someone has,” said Sulawan. “Someone on your side.”

      Then Finn remembered what he’d seen at the cliff back home. The assistants. That’s what they must have been doing with the crystals, he realised. Trying to open gateways.

      “Actually …” he said. “I think I know who that might be.” But it was madness. Why would they do that? Why would they deliberately try to open gateways to the Infested Side, in a town that had always tried desperately to protect against that very thing?

      “Well, here’s some free advice. They’d better stop,” said Sulawan. “If they keep trying to punch a hole to our world, some day they’re going to open one they won’t be able to close.”

      “He needs to get into the Leviathan now,” Beag said, watching the advancing form breaking through the churning waters.

      “Back into that mouth?” asked Finn, aghast at the idea of being thrust into the slobbering jaws of a sea monster. “I can’t.”

      “Would you prefer to be unconscious?” asked Beag. From somewhere, he had produced a needle of bone – a long serpent’s tooth perhaps. A glint of liquid dripped from the end of СКАЧАТЬ