Silver Hill (7 page)

‘Slow down!’ he yelled. ‘Slow down!’

He really must think very carefully before he used his wand again and make sure he gave better instructions. The boat slowed gracefully and ran ashore onto the sloping bank of the island’s soft earth. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, his hands hurt and his knuckles were white from clinging onto the seat. His legs were shaking as he climbed onto the island. He’d thought either Gerda or Medric would have been there to meet him but neither goose appeared. He didn’t want to go over to the shelter without being invited so he called as loudly as he could.

‘Hello! It’s Jack, I’ve brought your supper.’

Medric’s head shot out of the shelter.

‘Shhh!’

‘Sorry!’ whispered Jack. ‘I didn’t mean to disturb you.’

‘It’s not me it’s Gerda. Loud noises when you’re laying aren’t good.’

‘Sorry, do you want me to take the eggs back for Nora?’

Medric lowered his neck and shook his tail feathers. Jack realised he’d said the wrong thing.

‘I most certainly do not want you to take any of Gerda’s eggs, these eggs aren’t for eating they’re for hatching.’

‘Hatching!’

‘Yes, hatching, don’t you know anything?’

‘Nora didn’t tell me. I’m sorry. I was only trying to help. I’ve brought your supper.’

‘Supper! It’s a bit early for supper.’

‘I know but I’ve got to go home for mine soon so I thought I’d bring it over now and say hello.’

‘You’d better come inside after you’ve put it out.’

It was harder lifting the bucket of grain out of the boat than it had been getting it in. Jack tipped the contents onto the bare earth where Nora usually put it, returned the empty bucket to the boat then made his way to the shelter. He knocked on the side of the open door.

‘Come in, come in,’ said Medric.

Jack was worried he might tread on the eggs but when he entered the shelter he found that the straw from around the entrance had gone. It had been piled into the far corner and shaped into a circular mound, on top of which sat Gerda.

‘Do you want to come and have a quick look?’ she asked as she slowly raised her body.

Jack could see a clutch of large white eggs.

‘Ten,’ Medric informed him. ‘Better sit down my dear, you don’t want them getting cold.’

‘When will they hatch?’ asked Jack as he watched Gerda settle herself gently back onto the nest.

‘Not for a while yet,’ replied Medric as he started hustling Jack towards the doorway.

‘Well I’d better go. I don’t want to disturb you.’

‘Fine, fine,’ said Medric as he waddled out of the shelter. ‘Gerda’s looking forward to hearing the splatter of webbed feet. We’ll invite you over when they’ve hatched.’

‘Thank you, I’d like that,’ replied Jack before saying goodbye.

When he reached the boat he turned to wave but Medric had already gone back inside. He wondered if Camelin knew about Gerda’s eggs. As he climbed into the boat he thought carefully about what he was going to instruct the boat to do. ‘Return me slowly to the shore,’ was the best he could come up with.

The journey back was much better. Jack trailed one hand over the side and dangled it in the water as he enjoyed the view. He thought he saw a movement in the willow tree and a black shape he recognised. As the small boat ran ashore Camelin swooped out of the tree and landed by the water’s edge. He waddled over and waited until Jack had secured the boat and removed the bucket before speaking.

‘Using magic again? I thought we had to use our wands wisely?’

Jack didn’t want to get into an argument and he knew it was useless to try to explain.

‘Do you want dinner too?’

‘Now you’re talking,’ replied Camelin as he flew past Jack. ‘Race you to the kitchen.’

Jack had no intention of racing. He returned the bucket to the shed and then peeked into the herborium. He sniffed the air. The nasty smell had gone so he checked the potion. Everything looked alright, as far as he could tell, so he closed the door and started to make his way towards the kitchen. A rapid fluttering of wings above his head made him look up. Before Jack could say or do anything, Timmery flew past him and crashed into the wall. He spiralled down to the grass and lay there, not moving.

‘Timmery!’ yelled Jack.

‘Never mind that, where’s my dinner,’ grumbled Camelin from inside.

Jack carefully picked up the little bat. He could feel his heart beating but he still wasn’t moving.

‘Ooh! What you got there?’

‘It’s Timmery. He’s knocked himself out on the wall.’

‘What’s he doing out at this time of day, he knows he can’t see anything when it’s sunny.’

‘I don’t know. What do you think we should do?’

‘Have dinner?’

Jack ignored Camelin and tried to make Timmery comfortable. The little bat began to stir.

‘Are you alright?’ asked Jack.

‘Oh dear! Oh dear!’ piped Timmery.

‘What can I do? Have you broken anything?’

‘I don’t think so. I couldn’t see but I had to come and tell Nora, we’ve got a problem and it’s all my fault. Oh dear! What to do? What to do?’

‘Nora’s not here. Can I help?’

‘It’s Charkle, he’s gone.’

‘Gone!’ exclaimed Jack.

‘I told him about the map and now he’s not in the belfry. I can’t find him anywhere. He’s gone and it’s all my fault.’

DECISIONS

Jack felt worried. He knew he was partly to blame. If only he’d told Timmery not to say anything to Charkle about Howling Hill until they’d spoken to Nora he might not have disappeared.

‘Try not to worry,’ Jack told Timmery. ‘Maybe he’s already back at the belfry. Do you want Camelin to fly over and have a look?’

Timmery nodded.

‘I’m not going anywhere ’til I’ve had some food,’ grumbled Camelin.

‘You might as well go and take a look and by the time you get back I’ll have your tea ready.’

Camelin glowered at Jack before flying off towards the church tower. When he’d gone Jack looked at Nora’s list. He prepared the food for the bird table first then put Camelin’s in his dish. When he’d finished he sat down next to Timmery. He looked very forlorn and was using his wings to shield the bright sunlight from his eyes. Jack pulled the curtains closed so he’d be able to see a bit better.

‘Tell me what happened after you left my room last night.’

‘I went back to the belfry and Charkle wasn’t there but I didn’t worry because I knew he was with Nora. He came back about dawn. He was very upset and I thought if I told him about Howling Hill it would cheer him up. I told him everything, about the questions, your book and the map. He was really excited. By the time we’d finished talking it was sunrise so I said we’d go and have a look together tonight and went to sleep. When I woke up, he’d gone.’

‘Nora’s gone too and I don’t know how long she’s going to be away.’

‘Gone where?’

‘Annwn.’

Timmery looked upset. Jack didn’t feel happy either. He wished Nora was here. He didn’t think Camelin would find the little dragonette at the church; he suspected Charkle had gone back to the Westwood Roost.

‘Did he say anything at all to you?’

‘Not really, it was getting light and I was sleepy. I was just glad he wasn’t upset any more. We’ve got to do something. You will help won’t you Jack?’

‘I will. I’m trying to decide what Nora would do. Would she wait for him to come back or would she go look for him?’

‘Well he’s not at home,’ Camelin informed them as he landed on the table in front of his bowl. ‘Is this it? Don’t I get something a bit more exciting than cheese and pickles? Can’t we have a take away?’

‘No,’ said Jack so forcefully that it made Camelin jump. ‘Nora didn’t leave me any money for a take away.’

‘What are we going to do?’ squeaked Timmery.

Jack gently stroked the fur on the top of Timmery’s head.

‘Try not to worry. I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’ll go and feed the birds and when I get back we’ll decide what to do. While I’m gone you can tell Camelin all about last night.’

Jack took his time putting the seed onto the bird table. He needed time to think. He wondered if he ought to send Nora a message. But she’d left him in charge and that meant taking responsibility. Whatever she’d gone to do in Annwn must have been important. He didn’t know if she’d want to be bothered by something like this. Charkle could show up at any time and then he’d feel stupid if he’d caused a fuss over nothing. On the other hand, Charkle might be lost or in trouble. Jack suddenly felt very alone. He knew he couldn’t ask Grandad for help. He was going to have to make a decision on his own, and hopefully it would be the right one.

‘We need a plan,’ Jack announced when he got back to the kitchen.

Camelin and Timmery waited expectantly but Jack didn’t know what to say. He placed his Book of Shadows on the table, lowered his hand and was about to ask for help when the book began to vibrate. Camelin hopped over to Jack.

‘It’s a message. Open the book and see what it says.’

Jack turned to the first page and watched the name appear.

‘Look, it’s from Nora,’ continued Camelin as he peered over Jack’s arm.

‘What’s it say?’ asked Timmery. ‘Is she coming back soon?’

‘I’m afraid not,’ replied Jack. ‘She says she’s got to stay in Annwn a bit longer to help Elan and she hopes to be back in a couple of days. I’m to sort out everyone’s food but I don’t have to do anything else to the potion. She says she’ll strain it when she gets home.’

Timmery fluttered around Jack’s head.

‘Oh dear! Oh dear! What are we going to do? Can you ask Nora?’

‘No,’ said Camelin. ‘She’ll be cross if she has to come back.’

Jack wasn’t sure Nora would be cross but there must be a big problem in Annwn or she wouldn’t be staying. He wrote a short reply then closed the book decisively. It was time for him to take charge.

‘We’re going to go and look for Charkle,’ Jack announced. ‘Tonight.’

‘Tonight!’ exclaimed Camelin. ‘But how?’

‘You’ll have to watch Grandad’s house and when all the lights go out it’ll be safe for you to come over. I’ll leave the window open so you can get in. We’ll transform and fly over to Westwood and see if we can find Charkle.’

Camelin’s beak fell open.

‘You said you’d never go on a midnight flight again.’

‘I meant with you, this is different, you’re coming with me and we’ve got something very important to do.’

‘It was important last time,’ grumbled Camelin.

‘This is different, I know where we’re going and why, last time you didn’t tell me anything until it was too late.’

‘What’s Nora going to say if she finds out? You promised her: no more adventures.’

‘I’ve already asked her.’

‘When?’

‘When I was ill. I asked if I could help Timmery and Charkle find the dragonettes when I was better and she said yes. I’m better now so I’m allowed to help.’

‘Bet she didn’t mean you could go out in the middle of the night.’

‘Probably not, but this is an emergency and Nora isn’t here to ask. We’re just going to have to try to make sure we don’t get into any trouble. OK?’

‘OK.’

‘I can come too, can’t I?’ asked Timmery.

‘Of course you can,’ said Jack.

Camelin humphed, ‘I’ve told you before, it’s too far for a bat.’