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by Carol Marrs Phipps




  BOXED SET

  The Heart of the Staff

  the Complete Series

  by

  Carol Marrs Phipps

  and

  Tom Phipps

  Copyright © 2015 by Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

  All rights reserved. No part of this document or the related files may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, by any means (including electronic and photocopying) without prior written permission of the publisher.

  The Heart of the Staff: The Complete Series. Characters, names, places,incidents and organizations are a product of the authors' imaginations and are used fictitiously.

  Cover art by Marija Vilotijevic, Expert Subjects

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  http://www.landofniarg.com

  To our very dear friends and readers

  A few of the characters in the Heart of the Staff Series speak Archaic Modern Niarg. This language uses very few words not found in present day English. By all means read it in any manner which allows you to enjoy the book. Its spellings are at least as easy to make sense of as those in the notes passed by grammar school children. However, if you wish to have it sound as we intended when you read it aloud, please heed the following simple rules. Do not hesitate to refer to the glossary.

  Archaic Modern Niarg should be pronounced thus:

  There was no vowel shift between Archaic Modern Niarg and Niarg Standard, so vowels sound much the same as modern Appalachian English.

  However:

  Each letter of a diphthong tends to be pronounced separately, for example:

  maister would be pronounced, may-ist-er.

  Es at the end of words are not silent, but are pronounced.

  Certain consonants which have become silent in Niarg Standard are sounded, for example:

  the k in knight

  the gh in knight. The gh is hard, much like a kh.

  the gh in thought, just as in knight.

  Contents

  GOOD SISTER, BAD SISTER

  Book 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  THE COLLECTOR WITCH

  Book 2

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  STONE HEART

  Book 3

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  THE BURGEONING

  Book 4

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  THE REAPER WITCH

  Book 5

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Chapter 167

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  Chapter 173

  Chapter 174

  Chapter 175

  Chapter 176

  DOOM

  Book 6

  Chapter 177

  Chapter 178

  Chapter 179

  Chapter 180

  Chapter 181

  Chapter 182

  Chapter 183

  Chapter 184

  Chapter 185

  Chapter 186

  Chapter 187

  Chapter 188

  Chapter 189

  Chapter 190

  Chapter 191

  Chapter 192

  Chapter 193

  Chapter 194

  Chapter 195

  Chapter 196

  Chapter 197


  Chapter 198

  Chapter 199

  Chapter 200

  Chapter 201

  Chapter 202

  Chapter 203

  Chapter 204

  Chapter 205

  Chapter 206

  Chapter 207

  Chapter 208

  Chapter 209

  GOOD SISTER, BAD SISTER

  Book 1

  Chapter 1

  “Happy birthday!” cried Wizard Razzmorten with a grand whirl of his cape, leaving a round wooden box with a gawking baby parrot sitting on the board by the cake.

  “What is that thing, Father?”

  “Why a popinjay, dear. They're almost impossible to come by...”

  “It's all pinfeathers. You surely don't intend for it to actually be my gift, do you?”

  “Well it's right young, Leeuh,” he said. “When you start with them at that age, they can actually be talking to you before they're quite a year old.”

  “Not if I drown it first...”

  “Lee-Lee!” cried her sister. “You don't mean that! What an awful way to treat your Father...”

  “Oh go on! He surely knows better. Here I am, still waiting for you to serve me, and he runs up and plops down this dirty box full of muslin, fowl and green poop, right where I was expecting my cake. And by the way, dearest Minuet, just how long are you going to stand there with my saucer in your hand? It is my birthday, don't you know. And since that thing in the box is my birthday gift, I certainly get to drown it.”

  “Don't you dare!” said Minuet. “I'll take it if you don't want it...”

  “Please!” said Razzmorten, throwing up his hands. “Let's you and I take the morning tomorrow and find you something special in the market, or if you know of something better just...”

  Ugleeuh wasn't listening. “You can have the stinking popinjay, Minuet, if you give me my cake before it slides off the saucer.”

  “You mean it?”

  “Sure sister dear. The cake now, and it's yours, but you'll still owe me.”

  “So how would that be, Leeuh?” said Razzmorten as he slowly sat on the bench beside her.

  “What?” she said, suddenly peering sweetly at him.

  “The market, dear. What do you say?”A lost look passed across her face as she hooked her raven black hair behind an ear.

  “We spend the morning tomorrow and find you something.”

  She tapped at a tooth with her finger. “Maybe,” she said, “so long as it's not something else stupid.”

  “Now,” he said with a nod of resolution, “shall we finally have this wonderful cake that Minuet baked for your birthday supper?”

  At that moment there came a knock at the open dining room door. “I regret the intrusion, sir,” said the hired man, “but there's a Captain Strong here from Castle Niarg with something urgent. Shall I...?”

  “By all means,” said Razzmorten, yanking his napkin from his collar as he got to his feet. By the time he had turned about, the captain was in the room.

  “Good evening, Karlton. So what's up at the castle?”

  “A matter, sir, that needs to be discussed in private, I'm afraid.”

  Alarmed by the captain's haunted look, Razzmorten quickly showed him to a sitting room at the far end of the hall, leaving Minuet and Ugleeuh to eat their cake.

  “I was hoping it was Razzorbauch,” said Ugleeuh, licking icing from between her fingers. “At least he's capable of giving decent gifts. But it only turned out to be this rude captain...”

  “Rude?” said Minuet. “I'd think something awful has happened by the look of him.”

  “He should have at least acknowledged us with a polite nod. We are ladies after all.”

  “It was urgent, Lee-Lee.”

  Ugleeuh curled her lip and took a bite of cake.

  Down the hall, Razzmorten offered a chair to Captain Strong.

  The captain shook his head. “I have saddled unicorns waiting for each of us.”

  “My word, what's happened?”

  “King Henry has sent for you. Princess Branwen...”

  “The one who's to be Prince Hebraun's betrothed?”

  “Yea. Princess Branwen's retainer came yestereve with some kind of message about all that, but he arrived with a fever. This morning he awoke with two big knots on his neck, just below his jaw...”

  “Fates!”

  “Yes indeed. And it's all got right personal for me, you might say. I mean my own brother, Awstin, saw him to his room and now he's shaking something awful with the fever.”

  “So what am I to do?”

  “King Henry wants you to come have a look at both of them.”

  Razzmorten went wide eyed. “I'm no physician. Doesn't the Throne have a couple of doctors?”

  “Yes sir, and they've each declared that the retainer and Awstin have the plague.”

  “So why am I examining them?”

  “The king says that if anyone alive would have the magic to turn the plague, it would be you, sir.”

  Razzmorten gave a great sigh as he removed his hat to run his fingers through his hair. “I'll go tell my girls,” he said as he replaced his hat and gave a nod. Meet me at the stable.”

  They were underway at a canter with scarcely a word between them. Lightning winked in the towering wall of clouds to the west. By the time they reached the road, they were at a pounding gallop which they kept up the entire four miles to Castle Niarg. The rain was drenching the walls of the castle in sheets as they tramped inside the echoing hallway, flinging water. As they came to the room of Princess Branwen's retainer, they were startled at the sight of a figure wearing a leather bird mask and a full length cloak of waxed linen step out the door with a short stick and a smoldering pot of incense. “Ah, Razzmorten,” said the figure in a muffled voice, as he removed his glove to shake hands. “I'm Doctor Pryce...”

  “I'm sorry, but we're not going to shake your hand,” said Razzmorten, taking a step backwards. “How is the patient?”

  “Just now deceased, I'm afraid,” he said as he took his mask by the beak and removed it. “We were expecting you. I've a clean suit like this one, if you wish to examine him.”

  “I don't see the point,” said Razzmorten. “We both know it's the plague. How's Awstin?”

  “He's already developing large buboes behind his knees and in his armpits.”

  “Where is he?” said the captain.

  “Still in his room, one storey down.”

  The captain started for the stairs at once.

  “Karlton!” hollered Razzmorten. “I'm coming with you.”

  “I have that suit...” said Doctor Pryce.

  “Just stay right where you are, if you would, Doctor,” said Razzmorten, breaking into a sprint for the stairwell. A dozen steps down, he overtook the captain. “Wait!”

  “I'm sorry. I must see him.”

  “Stop!” cried Razzmorten, pinning him against the wall. “Listen to me! If you go in there, I'm certain you'll die. He'll be too far gone to even know you're in there...”

  The captain tore himself away from Razzmorten's grasp and jogged down a step.

  “Damn it Karlton! Niarg needs you!”

  The captain stopped short and nodded. “I'm sorry sir,” he said, turning away as he blinked his wet eyes. “What do you think I should do?”

  “Do I need to see the king or do you reckon I could leave here this minute? There's somewhere I'm certain I need to be.”

  “I can tell him it's urgent...”

  “Then by all means do. But listen. Those doctors are dead men. I'm sure of it. Did you go to Awstin's bedside after he took sick?”

  “No. I was sent to fetch you.”

  “Good! Then we both might live. Listen. Make those doctors stay where they are. Don't let anyone get within three or four rod of them. And don't let anyone touch or move any dead bodies, no matter how they might get to stinking. Got that?”

  Karlton nodded, quite wide eyed.

  “I'll
be back before a fortnight.” And with that, Razzmorten vanished down the stairs.

  ***

  Minuet dried her hands in a wad of apron and sat down with a sigh in front of the doddering baby parrot. “You're curious, little bright eyes,” she said as she carefully tried a scratch of the pin feathers on his head. “Why, you're not afraid of me at all. And all this excitement, all this hubbub. Why, nasty old Lee-lee wanted to drown you. Will you let me pick you up? Oh, you're going to! You're brave, little Hubbub. That's just what we'll call you...” She looked up with a start to find Razzmorten taking a seat beside her.

  “Leeuh's not here?”

  “No Father,” she said as she rocked Hubbub in her arms like a wee babe. “I think she's having a bath, but she wanted me to leave the cake out. What happened at Castle Niarg? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

  “I nearly have, something dreadful out of the vapors, anyway,” he said, standing up and stepping back over the bench. “I'm sorry, but I simply can not discuss this until I've returned. I can't imagine that you'll be in any danger. You'll be safe...”

  “So where are you going?”

  “I'm traveling by spell, so you can see that it's urgent, but to say just where would be discussing it,” he said, giving her a squeeze and a peck on the cheek. “I'd allow that I'll be back in time to take Leeuh, tomorrow, but if I'm not, don't worry if I'm gone for as much as two weeks. I'm leaving from my study. Goodbye, and say goodbye to Leeuh for me.” He turned away at once and disappeared 'round the corner.

  “Right,” said Ugleeuh, sauntering in in her nightgown. “And the old fool isn't telling you because he doesn't trust his own birthday girl...”

  “Leeuh! How can you say such a vile thing about your own father?”

  “Easy, sweetheart. He's gone and you won't have the heart to tell him out of consideration for his feelings.”

  Minuet gave a growl of exasperation, gently put Hubbub back into his box and began pacing the kitchen. “I can't believe you, Lee-Lee. He was so excited about your birthday, and he went to so much trouble to get that bird...”

  “And to think: he still couldn't do any better for my birthday than he did,” she said as she plopped down in Razzmorten's seat at the head of the board and drug her finger through the icing on the cake. “But get this. Stuck up little Princess Branwen is probably dying of the plague as we speak. Isn't that great? So I still might have a chance at Hebraun after all...”

  “What are you talking about? You're not royalty. You have no chance in the world...”

  “Well not if Princess Branwen makes it...”

  “What are you talking about? What makes you think Branwen has the plague?”

  “Well her stupid retainer's got it. That's what Yum-Bum Karlton came and got the old man for. He's on his death bed with it at the castle. So wouldn't Brannew have it by now? I mean she could, couldn't she? At least one could hope...”

 

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