Storm. Sarah Driver

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СКАЧАТЬ rolls his eyes behind the grumpy old man’s back. ‘She needs her warriors by her side, Mouse. Everything is fine.’

      But that’s not the message I’m getting from the draggle.

       Tornfrombackdragawaychiefmangonegonegone – chief man gone!

      Chief man? I whisper, stepping closer and putting a gentle hand on her flank. The Fangtooth Chieftain? Gone where?

      Coati emerges from the tack room and starts to trundle around the caves, whistling as he feeds the draggles.

      ‘How do you know that message is really from Leo?’ I whisper to Crow.

      ‘I read it,’ he says, shrugging. ‘It was signed by her, and stamped with her own mark. There’s nothing to fret about.’

      Doubt plagues me. I shake my head. ‘I don’t think so. That’s not what the draggle is say—’

      I’ve forgotten to keep my voice down. Before I can blink, Coati’s looming over me. ‘Child, I won’t have you practising your dark jargonings in my draggle caves. Off with you to supper!’

      He ushers me out of the cave.

      I find the round tower room where Leo’s commanders rule over Hackles in her absence. I tell them something’s wrong, that Leo needs help, but they won’t listen.

      ‘How do you know?’ they ask me, eyes too calm, too blank, looking right through me cos I’m just a child.

      ‘I – the draggle was spooked. I mean good and proper, and I know it weren’t just storms—’

      ‘Draggles encounter many irregularities during a flight,’ says one, glancing at me from under big bushy brows. ‘There is no cause for concern.’

      I bang through the door and run down the steps from the tower, back into the main web of passageways.

      Da needs to get back here, now. He’d believe me, in half a heartbeat. But for all I know, his mission could take ages longer. I scrape my fingertips along the wall as I hurry towards my chamber. All these full-growns having secret meetings, making secret plans, getting stuff done . . .

       You can still make waves.

      A glow heats up my belly. What if I could assemble my own crew?

      If Leo’s in danger, and no one believes me, then I could be her only hope. And if I can get to the Frozen Wastes to search for her, then maybe I can find the Opal!

      Sparrow edges round the corner, using the stick Da whittled for him to help him find his way. Thunderbolt hovers in front of his face and his filmy eyeballs scan the air for me, using her light. ‘There you are!’ he huffs. ‘The ghostway spat this out for you.’ He hands me a tightly wrapped scroll sealed with a splodge of blood-red wax.

      I blink at him, startled that I’ve found my way back to the door of my chamber without even noticing.

      We slip inside the chamber and I snap open the seal. ‘What’s it say?’ jabbers Sparrow impatiently.

      ‘Gift me a chance!’ Sitting on the edge of my bed, I smooth the letter flat on my knees. Before my eyes, the runes tremble and glow moon-silver. Sparrow scrambles closer.

      There are only three words etched into the parchment. Read in private!

      As soon as my eyes drink them, the bright silver runes disappear with a small cracking sound, leaving a faint trace of smoke.

      Then others appear. ‘It’s from Yapok,’ I whisper, realising how relieved I am to hear from the Skybrarian’s apprentice after so long. Then I remember the lemming and look quickly around to make sure no slitherers are watching from the walls, before reading Yapok’s scrawled silver runes.

       The Skybrary stands strong, and we are safe enough for now. The Skybrarian and I have been travelling to seek out new manuscripts for the collection – he says we don’t have to hide so much now that the Sky-Tribes are returning.

       We’ve been tracking some names of people who are known to protect books – in crowded bazaars, secret libraries, back-alley bookshops and grand houses.

       And I’ve made a new discovery. I wanted you to know because of your quest. Some of the war manuscripts I’ve been looking at – I think they have much older runes hidden underneath the text.

      My mind reels. Underneath?

       I think I could find something helpful if I can just see beneath the writing, long enough to reveal the truth. But every time I manage to scrape away the newer runes, a strange symbol, like a strangling vine, bleeds upwards through the parchment, throttling the old runes.

       Anyway, it feels like progress. I’ll write again if I discover any clues about the Crown.

      A shiver ripples up my spine, as a picture of a strangling vine coils in my mind. I turn to Sparrow. ‘We’ve got to take matters into our own hands.’

      I make my way to the sawbones’ nest and steal a pan of squidge ink and some brittle old scraps of goatskin and scratch my message into them.

       Time’s come for a Sneaking of our own. I call a secret youth’s Tribe-Meet. Honour this law: no full-growns. Bone-crypts, after lamps out. Come if you’re brave enough.

      I slip into dormitories and stuff the notes under the pillows of the biggest blabbermouths on the mountain – the kids that can’t turn down a challenge. Then I wait.

      The day drags on for ever. I’m a bundle of nerves. My mind keeps straying to the seed I’ve sown. When it’s time to bed down again, I pray to all the sea-gods that my note is enough.

      Then down, down, down through the murk I slip, Thaw riding the air by my side.

      I scurry down to the bone-crypts, until the crushing weight of Hackles hulks overhead. The crypts are deeper than even the draggle caves, but off in a different direction. I step through an archway sculpted from thighbones and stare around. Thousands on thousands of Sky-folk shoulder blades, collarbones, fingers and toes, and piles of staring skulls boom their chalky death into the tomb-chamber. They’ve been arranged in ornate patterns to honour the dead. I feel a grin melt across my face. If we have to plan for the end of the world, this is a proper place to do it.

      I settle down to wait. Thaw stays close, and I try to stroke away her frights.

      But soon, I’m praying for something to move. Cos no one comes, and the cold prods my bones. Lamps must be out by now! I chatter to Thaw. Where are they? Sparrow ent even here – and he said he’d bring the kids from his dorm.

      Gods. He’d better not have broken his neck on the way down here. I said I’d help him find his way, but the stubborn too-soon just said lemme be !

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