Diana Wynne Jones’s Fantastical Journeys Collection. Diana Wynne Jones

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      In no time at all Moe had been led off one way, and the cart hauled away in another, and we ourselves ushered into the castle-mound. There were different people in there, though they were very hard to see. It was as if there was a veil over everything inside. But, if I screwed my eyes up and peered hard, I could tell they were very tall and dressed most magnificently. Almost equally hard to see was the table they led us up to, all laid out with steaming dishes of food, piles of fruit and golden candlesticks.

      “Be pleased to sit and eat,” they told us.

      Ivar and Ogo made a dive for the tall chairs at the table. Aunt Beck stopped me and looked at Finn with her head on one side, questioningly. “Ought we?”

      “You come in friendship. Yes,” he said.

      So we sat down to eat. It was all delicious, and I saw that there was even a cup of nuts and diced fruit for Green Greet. Dimly, on the floor, I could see that there were dishes of food for Plug-Ugly. They knew he was there, even if he was invisible. We all had the best meal I’d seen since we left Skarr.

      When we had finished, the tall people led us off again, to a place that I knew at once was the throne room. Ogo had eaten so much that he was quietly letting his belt out as we were led in and he had to stop in embarrassment. The place was one where you had to behave reverently. The air of it was warm and fresh and cool at the same time, and it was scented like a garden. There were nets in there, though I couldn’t see them clearly, with birds in them flitting. Green Greet took off from Finn’s shoulder in a whirring of wings and went to perch on one of the half-seen branches.

      Then the queen came forward to greet us. I gasped: she was so beautiful. And merrily and eagerly friendly with it. She wore a green dress that hugged her shape and flared at her feet, with a gold girdle hanging on her hips. I remember thinking, This is how a queen should be! as she came towards us.

      “Welcome,” she said, and she smiled, meaning the welcome. “It’s not often that we see people from Skarr. What brings you to Bernica?”

      My aunt stepped forward, very straight and precise. I could see she was still struggling with her bad mood, but she bowed politely and said, “We have been sent on a mission to rescue the High King’s son from Haranded, Your Majesty.”

      “Oh yes, the prophecy,” the Queen said, “to raise the barrier too, is it not?” She looked at us all one by one. “That means you must bring one man from each of the islands. You,” she looked at Ivar, “must be the man from Skarr.”

      Ivar nodded. “Yes, I’m the son of King Kenig …” he agreed and tipped his head back proudly.

      “A prince, no less,” said the Queen, and there was just a trace of mockery in the way she said it. It made me want to jump forward and explain that Ivar had been brought up to be proud of his birth, but I said nothing, because the Queen had turned to Finn by then. Finn, to my surprise, was on both knees and seemed almost terrified. “And you are the man from Bernica?” the Queen said.

      Finn clasped both plump hands in front of him as if he were saying his prayers. “Oh yes, Lady,” he more or less whispered, “unless you think me unworthy.”

      The Queen laughed. “How could I think you unworthy, keeper of Green Greet?” she said.

      “Well, sure, he does me great honour accepting my care,” Finn said.

      The Queen glanced up at Green Greet where he sat among the hard-to-see leaves above us. “What do you say to that, Green Greet?” she asked the bird.

      Green Greet put his head to one side and nibbled with his beak. “Honest man,” he said. “Man of peace.”

      “There you have it!” the Queen said, laughing again. She added to Aunt Beck, “You’ll have to leave any fighting to these lads, you know!” She looked at Ogo then. “And you, young man?”

      Ogo had been staring at her as if she were the most marvellous thing he had ever seen – and I don’t blame him: she was truly lovely. When she spoke to him, he blushed bright brick colour and went down on one knee. “I – I’m from H-Haranded really,” he stammered. “I was brought along as Ivar’s servant.”

      “But rightly brought along,” the Queen said. “The prophecy asks for a man from each island, doesn’t it? And we are four islands. I’m sure you’ll prove your worth.” She turned to Aunt Beck again. “You’ll need your man from Gallis too of course. I’ll give you money to see you there—”

      Here, while Aunt Beck was graciously bowing her head in thanks and Ogo was struggling to his feet, looking stunned, the Queen was interrupted by a solid, invisible presence that pushed itself up against her skirts. I could clearly see the shape of him in the bellying and rippling of the green fabric.

      “Oh, Plug-Ugly!” I said. “Honestly!”

      The Queen stooped to put her hand where Plug-Ugly’s head seemed to be. “Is that what you call him?” she said. “How did he find you?”

      “He was on an island that seemed to be part of Lone, Majesty,” I said. “He – er – sort of followed us.”

      “Or followed you,” the Queen said. She turned to Aunt Beck again. “You are very lucky to have such a gifted assistant,” she said.

      I knew I was blushing redder than Ogo. Aunt Beck shot me a scathing look and answered in her driest way, “If gifted means secretly adopting a stray cat, then I suppose I am lucky, yes.”

      This did not please the Queen at all. Her beautiful eyes narrowed and she said, quite fiercely, “I know this cat. He would only follow someone of great abilities.”

      Aunt Beck shrugged. “I’ve no idea what Aileen’s abilities might be.”

      “My good woman!” the Queen exclaimed. “Why not?”

      If there is one thing my aunt hates, it is being called a good woman. She drew herself in like a poker. “Why?” she said. “What a stupid question. Because Aileen failed her initiation of course.”

      I think I went even redder. My face was so hot that when I put up my hands to hide it my fingers were wet with sweat. I know Aunt Beck was in a bad mood, but did she have to tell the Queen that? I could hear Ivar trying not to laugh.

      The Queen made me feel no better by saying angrily, “She can have done no such thing! You must be very unobservant. I can see she is as well qualified as you are. And I do not like your manner, woman. I have said I will grant you money and so I will, but I shall do nothing more to further your mission. And you, particularly, may leave my presence unblessed! Go!” She flung out an arm, pointing.

      And that is the last I remember of her. Ogo says he thinks he remembers that people took us and hustled us out of the place. But I only remember being outside, among the green mounds, with Moe already harnessed to the cart beside us. My aunt was clutching a chinking leather bag and looking surprised and angry about it.

      Finn was crying, with big tears rolling into his strange beard. “Oh, Wisdom!” he sobbed. “How could you so insult the Lady?”

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