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in.” That was Arthur, if my guess was right.
“It was locked.” The rather fretful voice of Shaving Fun Ken, who, to my delight, was wearing plaid flannel pajamas. At least I wasn’t the only one unsuitably dressed. I’d also seen the other boy, Arthur, in school that morning. He was the one with the blond curls who looked like an angel. Positively uncannily beautiful.
“I was going to climb the wall, but a night watchman with a dog came along, and there was barbed wire.…”
“This is a dream, Jasper!” said Henry impatiently. “You don’t have to come in through the gate. And you don’t have to be afraid of night watchmen, because everything you see while you’re alone is only a figment of your own imagination. How often do I have to explain that to you?” He looked around, and I quickly ducked my head. “I hope your night watchman won’t bother us here. We’ve just had to shake off other … er … distractions.”
I supposed that meant me. What a cheek!
“Don’t worry. We dealt with the man and his dog,” said Arthur.
“Yes, it was cool,” said Jasper. “Arthur made a fireball appear out of nowhere and—”
“We’d better hurry,” Henry interrupted. “We’ve already lost too much time, and for all we know Jasper will wake up again before we have our answer.”
“Not this time,” said Jasper, with some pride in his voice. “I took one of my mother’s migraine tablets. They always knock her out flat for two days.”
“All the same, let’s start,” said Grayson. “The fact is, I’m not sure whether I closed my bedroom door properly, and around three in the morning Spot is always scratching at the carpet like mad, wanting to go out … Did you see that?” He pointed into the mist. “What was it?”
“Only the wind,” said Henry. A gust of wind had indeed set the branches of the trees moving, but for a moment I felt as if I’d seen a scurrying figure in the drifting mist.
“I only thought…” Grayson stared into the darkness.
“There’s enough room here.” Arthur had gone a few steps farther, into the shade of an old cedar tree. The others followed him. Suddenly their mood seemed to be rather apprehensive. I was all agog, biting my lower lip. What was going to happen now? I very much hoped there wouldn’t be any skeletons or half-putrefied zombies in this dream, because that sort of thing always terrified me in movies. On the other hand, we were in a cemetery, so I supposed it was only to be expected. For a moment I wondered whether my dream was straying too far into the realm of cliché, but never mind. Just as long as it went on being exciting. (But if possible without any spiders.)
“Five have broken the seal, five have sworn the oath, and five will open the gate, as it is written. We have come, as on every night of the new moon, to renew our solemn oath.” Arthur had picked up a stick and was drawing something on the ground with it as he walked around in a wide circle. Where the end of the stick touched the ground, the grass went up in flames.
I was impressed.
The others stood around the fire. Then, in an unctuous voice, Arthur intoned a kind of singsong. From behind my gravestone, unfortunately, I could catch only fragments of it because the flames were crackling so loudly: “… custos opacum … know that we have aroused your anger … you rightly have doubts of us … swear that Anabel is sorry for what happened … she is suffering … do everything in our power to fulfill our oath … do not punish her any more…”
“Or us, either,” said Jasper. “We can’t help it.…” He fell silent when he noticed the disapproving faces of the others.
“Come and speak to us,” Arthur went on, and the flames burned higher. “ Foedus sanguinis … interlunium … you who have a thousand names and are at home in the night … we need…” The rest of it was lost in the crackling.
What did they need? Who was Anabel, and what was she
“It was locked.” The rather fretful voice of Shaving Fun Ken, who, to my delight, was wearing plaid flannel pajamas. At least I wasn’t the only one unsuitably dressed. I’d also seen the other boy, Arthur, in school that morning. He was the one with the blond curls who looked like an angel. Positively uncannily beautiful.
“I was going to climb the wall, but a night watchman with a dog came along, and there was barbed wire.…”
“This is a dream, Jasper!” said Henry impatiently. “You don’t have to come in through the gate. And you don’t have to be afraid of night watchmen, because everything you see while you’re alone is only a figment of your own imagination. How often do I have to explain that to you?” He looked around, and I quickly ducked my head. “I hope your night watchman won’t bother us here. We’ve just had to shake off other … er … distractions.”
I supposed that meant me. What a cheek!
“Don’t worry. We dealt with the man and his dog,” said Arthur.
“Yes, it was cool,” said Jasper. “Arthur made a fireball appear out of nowhere and—”
“We’d better hurry,” Henry interrupted. “We’ve already lost too much time, and for all we know Jasper will wake up again before we have our answer.”
“Not this time,” said Jasper, with some pride in his voice. “I took one of my mother’s migraine tablets. They always knock her out flat for two days.”
“All the same, let’s start,” said Grayson. “The fact is, I’m not sure whether I closed my bedroom door properly, and around three in the morning Spot is always scratching at the carpet like mad, wanting to go out … Did you see that?” He pointed into the mist. “What was it?”
“Only the wind,” said Henry. A gust of wind had indeed set the branches of the trees moving, but for a moment I felt as if I’d seen a scurrying figure in the drifting mist.
“I only thought…” Grayson stared into the darkness.
“There’s enough room here.” Arthur had gone a few steps farther, into the shade of an old cedar tree. The others followed him. Suddenly their mood seemed to be rather apprehensive. I was all agog, biting my lower lip. What was going to happen now? I very much hoped there wouldn’t be any skeletons or half-putrefied zombies in this dream, because that sort of thing always terrified me in movies. On the other hand, we were in a cemetery, so I supposed it was only to be expected. For a moment I wondered whether my dream was straying too far into the realm of cliché, but never mind. Just as long as it went on being exciting. (But if possible without any spiders.)
“Five have broken the seal, five have sworn the oath, and five will open the gate, as it is written. We have come, as on every night of the new moon, to renew our solemn oath.” Arthur had picked up a stick and was drawing something on the ground with it as he walked around in a wide circle. Where the end of the stick touched the ground, the grass went up in flames.
I was impressed.
The others stood around the fire. Then, in an unctuous voice, Arthur intoned a kind of singsong. From behind my gravestone, unfortunately, I could catch only fragments of it because the flames were crackling so loudly: “… custos opacum … know that we have aroused your anger … you rightly have doubts of us … swear that Anabel is sorry for what happened … she is suffering … do everything in our power to fulfill our oath … do not punish her any more…”
“Or us, either,” said Jasper. “We can’t help it.…” He fell silent when he noticed the disapproving faces of the others.
“Come and speak to us,” Arthur went on, and the flames burned higher. “ Foedus sanguinis … interlunium … you who have a thousand names and are at home in the night … we need…” The rest of it was lost in the crackling.
What did they need? Who was Anabel, and what was she
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