Kelvin.
Thist gave Kelvin an inquiring glance, “You’ve been to Fineburg?”
Kelvin nodded. “The last time was about six years ago, I remember it was a long journey.”
Where is your father now?” asked Jem.
Kelvin looked towards the sunset on the horizon, “He went to Fineburg about three years ago and never returned, and nobody knows what happened.”
Far in the distance a lion growled. Jem and Thist exchanged glances with Kelvin who just smiled and said, “Well boys? Prepare yourselves for an interesting night.”
“Yes.” mumbled Jem. “With lions on my mind I might stop thinking about home.”
“How long is this adventure going to take us, Kelvin?” asked Jem.
“I’d say two weeks there, one day for business, and two weeks back. If all goes very well... but in all likelihood, three weeks either way.”
Thist snorted, “Better check the cans, Steve!”
Jem looked at Thist as if he had seen a ghost.
Kelvin gasped and looked at him, “The what? The who?
Thist looked up at Kelvin and said, “What, who spoke?”
“Dumbass!” said Jem. “Whatever you meant by whatever you said, we didn’t get it?”
“No,” said Kelvin. “Your mate, Thist, is being a freak show. Do you hear voices in your head sometimes, Thist?”
“Sometimes,” said Thist as he sat up and rubbed his temples. “I hear them more often lately, but usually only when I have a fever.”
“Everyone in the world gets fever voices, but you spoke in someone else’s voice.” said Jem.
“Hey I don’t know what is happening to me but I’m getting nightmares.”
A lion growled in the distance. “It’s going to be an interesting night with the lions.” said Kelvin.
The three boys didn’t sleep much as the sound of the lion’s growling came closer and they could hear their footsteps around the wagon tent. Thist dozed off just a few times only to be woken by Jem or Kelvin every time he moaned in his sleep. In the morning they could still hear the lions milling about in their camp and Kelvin slowly peered out of a small slit in the tarp. “How bad is it?” asked Jem.
“It is bad.” said Kelvin. “They feasted on the horses.”
Jem felt defeated. Thist looked at Kelvin without saying anything. The mood in the wagon tent was palpable. The three boys were trapped in a wagon tent tomb unless some miracle happened.
“What are we going to do now Kelvin?” asked Jem.
Kelvin peeked out at the lions. “It’s simple.” said Kelvin. “These lions are so full that we could just walk right past them.”
“You are mad.” said Jem.
“No!” said Kelvin. “I am not; all we have to do is grab all of our stuff from the wagon and walk very slowly past the lions. If we make sudden movements then they will attack us. But we have to stick together very closely.”
“You are mad.” said Thist.
“Look here.” said Kelvin. “If we just stay here, then in a day from now the lions will still be here and they will be hungry again, it’s better that we go now.”
Jem peered out at the lions through the slit in the tarp. All he could see were a few fat lions napping next to the horse carcasses.
“Show me.” said Jem. “If you are right then you should be able to walk around them, alone. A group will make no difference either way.”
“Yes.” said Thist. “If you walk around the group of lions and come back without a scratch then we will come out.”
Kelvin climbed out of the wagon tent slowly. He moved like a chameleon on a twig, his feet making no sound as he stealthed his way around the group of lions. There were seven lions and each one raised its head and looked at Kelvin. As long as he left the carcasses alone and move slowly he would be fine. When he got back to the wagon, Kelvin lifted the tarp and said. “Come, we have a lot of distance to cover on foot.”
“Won’t the lions follow us?” asked Jem.
“Not yet.” said Kelvin. There are some rocky hills up ahead. The lions won’t follow us
Thist gave Kelvin an inquiring glance, “You’ve been to Fineburg?”
Kelvin nodded. “The last time was about six years ago, I remember it was a long journey.”
Where is your father now?” asked Jem.
Kelvin looked towards the sunset on the horizon, “He went to Fineburg about three years ago and never returned, and nobody knows what happened.”
Far in the distance a lion growled. Jem and Thist exchanged glances with Kelvin who just smiled and said, “Well boys? Prepare yourselves for an interesting night.”
“Yes.” mumbled Jem. “With lions on my mind I might stop thinking about home.”
“How long is this adventure going to take us, Kelvin?” asked Jem.
“I’d say two weeks there, one day for business, and two weeks back. If all goes very well... but in all likelihood, three weeks either way.”
Thist snorted, “Better check the cans, Steve!”
Jem looked at Thist as if he had seen a ghost.
Kelvin gasped and looked at him, “The what? The who?
Thist looked up at Kelvin and said, “What, who spoke?”
“Dumbass!” said Jem. “Whatever you meant by whatever you said, we didn’t get it?”
“No,” said Kelvin. “Your mate, Thist, is being a freak show. Do you hear voices in your head sometimes, Thist?”
“Sometimes,” said Thist as he sat up and rubbed his temples. “I hear them more often lately, but usually only when I have a fever.”
“Everyone in the world gets fever voices, but you spoke in someone else’s voice.” said Jem.
“Hey I don’t know what is happening to me but I’m getting nightmares.”
A lion growled in the distance. “It’s going to be an interesting night with the lions.” said Kelvin.
The three boys didn’t sleep much as the sound of the lion’s growling came closer and they could hear their footsteps around the wagon tent. Thist dozed off just a few times only to be woken by Jem or Kelvin every time he moaned in his sleep. In the morning they could still hear the lions milling about in their camp and Kelvin slowly peered out of a small slit in the tarp. “How bad is it?” asked Jem.
“It is bad.” said Kelvin. “They feasted on the horses.”
Jem felt defeated. Thist looked at Kelvin without saying anything. The mood in the wagon tent was palpable. The three boys were trapped in a wagon tent tomb unless some miracle happened.
“What are we going to do now Kelvin?” asked Jem.
Kelvin peeked out at the lions. “It’s simple.” said Kelvin. “These lions are so full that we could just walk right past them.”
“You are mad.” said Jem.
“No!” said Kelvin. “I am not; all we have to do is grab all of our stuff from the wagon and walk very slowly past the lions. If we make sudden movements then they will attack us. But we have to stick together very closely.”
“You are mad.” said Thist.
“Look here.” said Kelvin. “If we just stay here, then in a day from now the lions will still be here and they will be hungry again, it’s better that we go now.”
Jem peered out at the lions through the slit in the tarp. All he could see were a few fat lions napping next to the horse carcasses.
“Show me.” said Jem. “If you are right then you should be able to walk around them, alone. A group will make no difference either way.”
“Yes.” said Thist. “If you walk around the group of lions and come back without a scratch then we will come out.”
Kelvin climbed out of the wagon tent slowly. He moved like a chameleon on a twig, his feet making no sound as he stealthed his way around the group of lions. There were seven lions and each one raised its head and looked at Kelvin. As long as he left the carcasses alone and move slowly he would be fine. When he got back to the wagon, Kelvin lifted the tarp and said. “Come, we have a lot of distance to cover on foot.”
“Won’t the lions follow us?” asked Jem.
“Not yet.” said Kelvin. There are some rocky hills up ahead. The lions won’t follow us
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