Hildy looked at them. “But that’s—”
“Don’t say it!” Mitt said furiously. “Just keep it in your head, will you!”
Hildy saw that if she did not trust Mitt in this, she would have lied to Libby Beer, after all. “All right. I’ll remember.”
“Thanks,” said Mitt, and he swept his wet hand over the name, as Wind’s Road gently scraped against the side of the Wheatsheaf. The ropes hung head-high. Hildy and Mitt each seized one. There was no need to climb. The ropes went up with them, hauled by a dozen men above.
“What’s going on there?” bawled Bence.
One of the ship’s boats went down past Hildy as she went up. Another splashed into the water beyond Mitt, as he reached the rail. As they both set their feet on the decking, helped by any number of smiling Island sailors, a third boat was going down. Mitt saw Bence stare, and then make for the ladder down to the deck where he and Hildy were.
“This is your way,” Bence’s steward said politely. Mitt and Hildy trotted beside him past masts and coils of rope, and past scores of sailors all busy getting down to the lowered boats, and arrived at the stateroom door just before Bence reached the bottom of his ladder. The steward opened the door for them, and they went in. Bence suddenly saw what his crew were doing and ran about shouting to them, instead.
Inside the stateroom the lamplight was not yet as bright as the sky. No one quite saw who they were until they were fully inside. Then Ynen was unable to stop himself calling out, “Mitt! Hildy, he’s not dead!” Al jumped to his feet. Lithar recognised them both and said amiably, “I wondered where you two had got to.”
“Bence!” bellowed Al.
“Mitt, I owe you an apology,” Navis said.
Mitt nodded at him as cordially as he could. He hoped that by keeping a friendly expression on his face, he might make himself like Navis. But the one Mitt was watching was Al. Hobin’s gun was in Al’s hand, and Mitt kept one eye on it, with a name waiting on his tongue.
“Bence!” yelled Al.
Bence arrived in the doorway, angry and sweating. “The flaming crew have got the boats out now!” he said. “They’re all rowing away.”
“Bence,” said Al, “how did they get here? Him particularly.”
“I don’t know!” Bence said, blustering a little. “They were on that boat again – Wind’s Road.”
“Then you can go by this road,” said Al. He brought Hobin’s gun up, over his forearm, and fired at Mitt.
Mitt shouted out Libby Beer’s lesser name as he saw Al’s finger move.
With unbelievable speed, an apple from the table was in the air between Mitt and the gun. The bullet hit it. The apple burst all over the room, showering everyone with pulp, pips and skin. The deflected bullet clanged into one of the lamps and broke its glass cover. Navis and his two guards put their arms up against a cascade of broken glass. After a stunned moment, everyone shook themselves and dusted off apple and glass.
Al looked from the gun to the broken lamp. “What did that?”
“I did,” said Mitt. “And I can do it as often as you’ve got bullets. We came here to fetch Ynen and his father away North, and you might as well let them come. You ready?” he said to Ynen and Navis.
Ynen and Navis were already standing up. They might have left then, in that shaken moment, had not Lithar cried out. “Oh lovely! How pretty! You do do tricks then! Look at this, Al. Isn’t it pretty?”
Everybody looked. It was irresistible. Lithar had a little apple tree growing on his knee. Its roots spread visibly over Lithar’s trouser leg, sucking up the moisture from the apple pulp on it. Its leaves turned from spring green to summer dark as they looked. There was another growing on the table, and several more coming up on the floor. Lithar was delighted.
“Do another trick,” he said. “These are beautiful.”
Mitt almost agreed with him. Hildy agreed entirely. She leant over the tree on the table and watched it grow in astonishment.
“Very pretty,” said Al, giving Lithar’s knee a cursory look as he passed. He took Hildy by her arm so suddenly and hard that she yelled. “Now get out,” he said to Mitt. “You and your tricks. I give you a count of five before I break her arm, and a count of ten before I strangle her. One – two—”
Mitt could see Al meant it. He could see Hildy was too frightened to say the name he had told her. He could see Bence standing aside from the door to let him go. He could see Ynen staring at him helplessly.
“Four,” said Al.
“A larger apple tree?” Navis suggested. “Heavy apples?” Mitt looked at him and saw that he was as tense and helpless as Ynen.
If he’s that fond of Hildy, why does he try to hide it? Mitt thought irritably. He said Libby Beer’s great name, before Al could come to five. It was a name that rang and reverberated, and became more awesome after it was said. It swelled inside the stateroom.
The result was nothing like Mitt expected. The Wheatsheaf shook from stem to stern as if she had hit a rock. They all staggered. There was a creaking and a hard rending. Bence, as soon as he heard it, turned and dived out of the door. The two guards hastily followed him, dragging Ynen and Navis with them. Lithar said, “What’s happening?” and ambled out past Mitt with his tree flapping on his leg. But Mitt had to stay where he was because Al, though he was hanging on to the table with one hand, still had hold of Hildy’s arm.
There was a huge creaking, followed by the sound of planks snapping and splintering. The end of the ship with the stateroom in it tipped, so that Mitt had to hang on to the door.
“This ship’s breaking up!” he shouted at Al, through the din. “Let go of her!”
Al seemed to forget that he intended to strangle Hildy. He dragged her to the door and stared out. He, Mitt and Hildy all ducked back as a mast as big as a tree, shrouds, sails and all, crashed down on their end of the ship. The ceiling above them began to cave in under it. Mitt took hold of Hildy’s other arm and Hildy pulled. Al was so bemused that he let go of her. Mitt and Hildy struggled over broken decking to an amazing sight.
There was an island growing through the middle of the ship. It was a wet shiny hump covered with shells and weeds and smelling like the waterfront on a hot day, and it was growing steadily. Navis, Lithar, Bence and the guards were all on top of it, being carried upwards as the island grew. Ynen was slithering anxiously down to them. Mitt stared round, weak with awe. The poor Wheatsheaf was in two shattered halves, on either side of the new island, and the surge and disturbance of its growth was rocking the ring of boats where the crew sat watching. Further off, Wind’s Road’s mast beat to and fro.
“What’s happening?” said Ynen. “Hildy, what did he do?”
Grass was already springing on the wet hump. It grew faint and far apart at first, but it thickened as quickly as the apple trees had grown. The muddy mound grew greener as well as larger. Some grass seemed to be rooting on the timbers of the Wheatsheaf as well.
Navis shouted and pointed. Mitt and Hildy both turned round to find Al close behind them, in the act of grabbing for them. Hildy threw herself to one side and Mitt to the other, where Mitt sat down with a wet smick which reminded him nastily of the dykes by the West Pool. As he landed, he saw Al grab Ynen instead and drag him by the leg down the muddy slope. The gun was still in Al’s hand. Ynen put up a useless arm against it.
“Hildy! Help!”
“Mitt!” shouted Hildy. She pointed. She meant simply to shout that Ynen was in danger, but it came out with a stammer of terror. “Yn-ynen!”
The rough water round the new island spouted up into a point. A wing shape of water whipped across Al and Ynen, knocking them sprawling. Hobin’s gun was flung against Mitt. Mitt had barely time to pick it up, before the new island was a hurricane of wind and water. Huge yellow waves crashed over what was left of the Wheatsheaf and broke halfway up the newly green hump. One wave, sluicing down, left Ynen clinging to the grassy mud between Mitt and Hildy. Though none of them could hear, or even think,
Mitt hung on to Ynen, and Hildy leant over him screaming, “It’s all right!” until her throat was sore.
Then it was over. The sea was rippling and calm. The island had gone on greening in spite of the waves, and it was now as green a hump as the Ganter Islands. There was little of the Wheatsheaf left – just a few spars floating nearby. Nor was there any sign of Al. But where he had been there was a curiously shaped patch of green corn, growing and ripening, and crackling like fire with the speed of its growing.
The crew of the Wheatsheaf called remarks to one another and began rowing in to look at the new island. Navis stood shakily up at the top of the mound and shouted through the twilight to know if Hildy and Ynen were there.
Mitt shook the water out of his eyes. Ye gods! he thought. What happens if you say his big name?
A desperate thrashing in the water just below him caught his eye. He slid carefully down to look. Lithar’s young-old face looked up at him imploringly. Mitt knelt on the salty turf, holding out a hand, and Lithar struggled towards it.
“You should learn to swim,” Mitt said, catching hold and heaving him to land.
“Never could,” said Lithar. “No more tricks, please.”
The nearest boat arrived then, and Jenro leant out of it. “I will stir you over to Wind’s Road, you and the two other little ones and their father.”
“Thanks,” said Mitt. “And then you take Lithar home and look after him for me.” He looked at Lithar, but Lithar was not attending. He was looking woefully at his knee. His apple tree had gone. “He’s a bit in the head,” Mitt explained.
“We know that he is,” Jenro said, without expression.
“Do what I tell you,” said Mitt. “You look after him. You. And don’t let anyone else get at him.” Jenro still looked expressionless. Mitt was exasperated. “You’ve got to have someone until I come back,” he said. “And he needs looking after.”
“Until you come back,” said Jenro. He smiled. “Very well. Will you all five climb in and I will stir to the Wind’s Road?”
Riss leant down to help Navis, Ynen, Hildy and Mitt aboard Wind’s Road. As soon as they were up, he slid down into his own rowing boat and untied it.
“I think I’d better take first watch,” said Navis, rather wearily, looking at the three tired children.
“You do that,” Mitt said. He felt exhausted. He had barely strength to wave to Jenro and Riss.
They waved back. “Go now on the Wind’s Road and return sevenfold,” said Jenro. The Island men sat in their boats and watched Wind’s Road lean away North in the brown tag end of sunset, carrying Libby Beer behind and Old Ammet in her bows.
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Diana Wynne Jones’s first children’s book was published in 1973. Her magical, funny adventures have enthralled children and adults ever since, and she has inspired many of today’s children’s and fantasy authors. Among Diana’s best-loved books for older children are the Chrestomanci series and the Howl books. Her novel Howl’s Moving Castle was made into an award-winning film. She was described by Neil Gaiman as "the best children’s writer of the last forty years".
Books by Diana Wynne Jones
Chrestomanci Series
Charmed Life
The Magicians of Caprona
Witch Week
The Lives of Christopher Chant
Mixed Magics
Conrad’s Fate
The Pinhoe Egg
Howl Series
Howl’s Moving Castle
Castle in the Air
House of Many Ways
The Dalemark Quartet
Cart and Cwidder
Drowned Ammet
The Spellcoats
The Crown of Dalemark
Archer’s Goon
Black Maria
Dogsbody
Eight Days of Luke
Enchanted Glass
The Homeward Bounders
The Merlin Conspiracy
Deep Secret
The Dark Lord of Derkholm
Year of the Griffin
The Ogre Downstairs
Power of Three
A Tale of Time City
Wilkin’s Tooth
The Game
The Islands of Chaldea (with Ursula Jones)
For older readers
Fire and Hemlock
Hexwood
The Time of the Ghost
For younger readers
Wild Robert
Earwig and the Witch
Vile Visitors
Freaky Families
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