Henry and the Guardians of the Lost. Jenny Nimmo

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      Henry met Frank at the front door. ‘Hullo, Frank. Have you had a bad time?’ Henry looked up at the rain-filled clouds.

      ‘Not so bad.’ Frank placed a bundle of mail in Henry’s hands.

      The yellow letter was on top.

      ‘Interesting!’ Frank tapped the stamp in the corner. ‘Diplodocus, is it?’

      ‘Iguanodon,’ said Henry.

      ‘I’ll learn them one day.’ Frank grinned and got back into his van. ‘Give my regards to Auntie Pearl!’ he called as he sped off.

      Henry regarded the yellow envelope. The name and address had been written in a large sloping hand. There was no mistaking Aunt Treasure’s round dots and sweeping tails. He took the mail into the kitchen where his aunt was making a chocolate cake.

      Pearl was a small, round woman with dark, greying hair and permanently rosy cheeks. Henry placed the letters as close to the mixing bowl as he dared. He waited, hopefully, for Pearl to pick up the yellow envelope. She glanced at it and smiled. ‘Ah, from my sister.’

      But the letter wasn’t opened until the chocolate cake was in the oven and Pearl’s hands were clean. Henry tried not to appear nosey, but he was keen to know what Treasure had to say. He sensed a secret, something too important to be said on the phone.

      Pearl took ages to read the letter. The more she read, the more she frowned. It seemed that she couldn’t quite comprehend what her sister had written. And then she opened her eyes, very wide, and dropped the letter. Clasping her face in both hands, she said breathily, ‘Henry, go and pack your bag.’

      ‘What?’ Henry couldn’t believe Pearl’s instruction.

      ‘Now!’ she commanded. ‘Now, Henry. Not a moment to lose.’

      ‘But . . .’

      ‘Didn’t you hear what I said?’ Agitation made her words sound like a kind of scream.

      ‘You said pack a bag. But why?’

      ‘I’ll explain later.’ Pearl tore off her apron and ran to the kitchen door. ‘Come on, Henry. This is no time to dream.’

      ‘I’m not dreaming,’ Henry mumbled as he followed Pearl upstairs. ‘Or maybe I am, because I’m not sure that this is really happening. Charlie was coming today.’

      ‘Not now,’ said Pearl.

      ‘But we’d made plans. I’ve been thinking about them all week. Charlie is the only –’

      ‘You can see your cousin when . . .’ Pearl hesitated. ‘When all this is over.’

      ‘All what? Charlie’s my best friend, and I only see him at weekends.’

      Pearl ignored him. ‘Pack everything you might need: pyjamas, wash-bag, clean underwear . . .’ She reeled off a list. Henry wondered how he was going to fit it all in.

      Enkidu, Henry’s cat, was asleep on his bed.

      ‘We’re going away,’ Henry told his large, exceptionally fluffy friend. ‘So who’s going to look after you?’

      Enkidu didn’t appear to be concerned. He was snoring.

      Henry began to throw things into his bag, while Pearl shouted from her room. ‘Hurry, hurry, hurry!’ And then she called, ‘Henry, take something you love.’

      Henry looked at Enkidu. ‘OK,’ he called back.

      Throwing stuff out of his bag, he picked up Enkidu and put him in the bag. Enkidu didn’t mind. He didn’t even wake up. But he stopped snoring. If he hadn’t, things might have turned out very differently.

      Henry zipped up the bag, leaving a tiny gap at the end to give the cat some air.

      Pearl was already thumping down the stairs. Henry ran after her. He grabbed his anorak from the hallstand as Pearl opened the front door. ‘Come on, come on!’ she said.

      ‘Can’t you tell me where we’re going?’ Henry complained.

      ‘Somewhere safe,’ Pearl murmured. ‘It’s complicated.’

      But I was safe here, wasn’t I? Henry thought.

      Just in time, Pearl remembered to turn off the oven. She didn’t bother to remove the cake. When they were both outside Pearl locked the front door. Henry saw that her hands were shaking. A bad sign; Henry thought Pearl was a risky driver at the best of times. He waited while she backed the car out of the lean-to beside the house.

      ‘Hop in!’ called Pearl when she had manoeuvred on to the lane.

      Henry put his bag carefully on to the back seat, then jumped in beside his aunt. He noticed that Pearl had only brought a handbag. There was no sign of anything for her overnight things.

      ‘Aren’t you –?’ Henry began.

      ‘Hold tight,’ said Pearl.

      They swooped down the muddy lane and bounced on to the wet road. After ten minutes they turned off on to a narrow track. Henry had never gone this way before. Half an hour later they emerged on to a busy main road. On and on they went, through villages and small towns, over bleak brown moors and narrow bridges, through tunnels and around forests. The light began to fade and evening mists drifted up from the damp fields.

      ‘You said you would tell me why we’re doing this.’ Henry’s head felt heavy and he could hardly keep his eyes open.

      Pearl took a breath. ‘People were coming.’ Her voice became deep and grave. ‘Someone talked about you, Henry. We don’t know who, it could have been quite accidental. But anyway, these . . . these beasts got wind of you, who you are and how you haven’t grown. And they would have taken you, Henry, for . . .’ her hands tensed on the wheel, ‘who knows what. But certainly I couldn’t have stopped them.’

      Henry shivered. He was suddenly wide awake. ‘The yellow letter,’ he said. ‘It was a warning.’

      ‘Yes, from Treasure. She tried to ring but our phone was out of order, and we don’t get a mobile signal in our faraway part of the world.’

      ‘But why, Auntie Pearl? Why were they so determined to take me?’

      She took a moment to reply, and then she said quietly, ‘They believe that you, and others like you, hold the key to obtaining the greatest prize on earth.’

      ‘And what’s that?’ asked Henry, somehow dreading the answer.

      ‘I think you can guess,’ his aunt said gravely. ‘The secret of eternal youth.’

      ‘Because I haven’t grown,’ Henry whispered.

      They drove in silence for a while, and his mind raced so fast he began to feel dizzy. A loud noise from his stomach distracted him. He thought of the chocolate cake left in the oven. ‘Did you bring sandwiches?’ he asked, without much hope. ‘Or biscuits?’

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