Deltora Quest #7: The Valley of the Lost

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ever, was checking to see if the Guardian’s name, or part of it, was scribbled in the front of one of the volumes. He moved to help him.
    “You will never find out his name that way!” Jasmine hissed furiously. “If it were that simple those poor souls outside the windows would have —”
    Lief’s gasp of surprise interrupted her. At the bottom of one of the piles of books he had seen something familiar. A small, faded blue volume. He snatched it up and opened it.
    As he had half-hoped, half-feared, it was The Belt of Deltora. The book he had so often studied, at home in Del. The book he had last seen in the dungeon where his father lay chained and helpless.
    And now it was here. Here, in the Valley of the Lost! His heart pounding, he held up the book for Barda and Jasmine to see. Barda frowned.
    “That the Guardian has a copy of this book means nothing,” he said. “For surely there were many copies made, not just one. They must lie in many forgotten places, all over the kingdom.”
    “The Guardian is a servant of the Shadow Lord — that much is certain, from what he told us,” argued Lief.“And if he has been studying this book, it is because the Shadow Lord has told him to do so. The Guardian pretends to think that we are ordinary strangers, seeking the diamond out of simple greed. But perhaps he has known all along that we are not.”
    “Then why bother with all this talk of a game?” Jasmine muttered. “He could kill us whenever he chose!”
    Lief shuddered. “Perhaps he is just entertaining himself. Playing with us, as a cat plays with a mouse.”
    “Perhaps,” said Barda. “But perhaps not. He did not know when we would come. And if he has been warned of a boy, a man, and a girl with a black bird, he may not realize that we are the ones. Kree is not with us, Jasmine is dressed as a boy, and we came here with Neridah.”
    “At least, then, she was of some use,” Jasmine sniffed.
    Lief was frantically flicking through the little book. On every page were well-remembered words and phrases, but he was looking for just one thing. The passage about the powers of the diamond.
    At last, he found it.
     
    † The diamond is the symbol of innocence, purity, and strength. Diamonds gained nobly, and with a pure heart, are a powerful force for good. They give courage and strength, protect from pestilence, and help the cause of true love. But take heed of this warning: Diamonds gained by treachery or violence, or desired out of envy or greed,are ill omens, and bring bad fortune. Great evil comes upon those who gain them without honor.
     
    “This — this is what I was trying to remember,” said Lief rapidly, showing the passage to his companions. “ This is why we cannot steal the diamond!”
    His friends looked at the book, then at one another. “This warning is not for us!” Jasmine protested. “Why, we do not want the gem out of greed or envy. We would be stealing it for a good reason. We would be rescuing it from the hands of evil and restoring it to its rightful place!”
    Lief shook his head. “The words are clear,” he insisted. “The diamond must be gained without force or trickery. Otherwise it will bring us nothing but ill — as it has brought the Guardian!”
    “And so …?” muttered Barda.
    Lief sighed, closing the book and pushing it back into its place on the table. “The Guardian must give it to us freely. And there is only one way we can make him do that. His pride is his weakness, and this game of his is important to that pride. I believe if we can win it, he will be forced to —”
    At that moment, they heard the sound of footsteps. The Guardian was returning. He swept into the room, his pets lumbering behind him.
    “Well?” he demanded. “Have you made your decision?”
    Lief and Barda looked quickly at Jasmine. She paused, then grimaced and gave a slight nod. Barda stepped forward.
    “Yes,” he said firmly. “We will play.”
    The monsters whined and pulled at their

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