The Lost Treasure of Annwn

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wand.’
    Jack could see Camelin was impressed even though he tried not to show it.
    â€˜I’ll tell Nora when I get back. You’d better get some sleep, we’re going to Falconrock in the morning, just the two of us, so don’t go inviting any of your new friends to join us.’
    â€˜I won’t.’
    â€˜Especially not the Dorysk, he’s got a nasty habit now of turning up when I least expect it. Since he’s joined the Night Guard, I swear he’s spying on me.’
    Jack smiled. Soon Camelin wouldn’t be able to keep any secrets from Nora. A loud knock on the kitchen door interrupted Jack’s thoughts. They both listened.
    â€˜Nora,’ grumbled Camelin as he hopped back onto the windowsill. ‘She said she’d come round later with a pie and a pot of blackberry jelly. She’ll have heard you were back from the trees.’
    â€˜I’ll see you tomorrow then.’
    â€˜It’ll be great, just us two.’
    â€˜Nora said I’ve got to find the library on my own. I’ll ask my Book of Shadows; there might be some helpful information in there.’
    â€˜You don’t need to look in there, you’ve got me.’
    â€˜But Nora said I had to do it on my own.’
    â€˜I’ve been lots of times with her, she’s made me promise not to tell you the way but she didn’t say I couldn’t do any ravenphore.’
    â€˜Ravenphore?’
    â€˜You know! The signals they do with flags, only I do it with my wings and beak.’
    Camelin hopped onto Jack’s round table and gave him a demonstration of a technique he’d obviously been working on. First he raised his left wing, then his right. Jack almost laughed when he thrust his head forward and stared into the distance. He pointed his beak down, then up.
    â€˜What d’you think?’
    â€˜Brilliant.’
    â€˜There’s more…’
    â€˜More!’
    â€˜Yep, if you’ve gone too far I’ll do this,’ explained Camelin as he pirouetted around and rotated his beak at the same time. ‘And if you have to go underground I’ll do this.’
    Jack bit his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud as Camelin put his head down and pulled his wings back.
    â€˜Last one coming up,’ said Camelin as he put both his wings over his eyes.
    â€˜What’s that one?’
    â€˜Watch out! I hope I don’t have to do that one tomorrow.’
    â€˜Me too! See you in the morning.’
    Without waiting for a reply Camelin took off. Nora and Grandad were still talking downstairs so Jack got out his Book of Shadows, put his hand on the front and thought carefully before asking his question. He already knew he needed his golden acorn and special key but Nora had implied that finding the library was going to be the hardest part. He wasn’t going to be able to take his wand, which meant he’d have to rely on his instincts. Any help his Book might give him would be invaluable. He took a deep breath and let out a long slow sigh before speaking.
    â€˜How can I find the library at Falconrock?’
To find the door with the special lock
There are things you’ll have to do,
Go under, over, along and through.
Find the tower, mount the stair,
The path is clear from the Druid’s chair.
Climb the gorge and cross the bridge,
Enter the tunnels under the ridge.
Once you’re there you can’t turn back
To leave the rock, just follow the track.
    Jack hadn’t expected to be given any answers but the riddle hadn’t really helped. He decided to learn it by heart, just in case it made sense once he was there. When he was sure he knew the rhyme he asked his book another question.
    â€˜What does Falconrock look like?’
    Jack stared at the Book on his bed but nothing happened. He was about to put it away when the page opposite the writing rippled. A map began to form. When the drawing was complete he tapped it with his wand. Two

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