Septimus Heap, Book One: Magyk

by Angie Sage

  And so, for the last year, piece by piece, Marcia had been building a ShadowSafe, which was nearly finished. It stood in the corner of the room, a tangle of shiny black rods and bars made from Professor Weasal Van Klampff’s special Amalgam. A strange black mist played around the bars of the ShadowSafe, and occasionally flashes of orange light leaped between them. But at last the ShadowSafe was nearly finished, and soon Marcia would be able to walk inside it with the Shadow following her and walk out again, leaving the Shadow behind. And that, Marcia hoped, would be the end of the Darkenesse in the Tower.

  As Septimus stared at his thumb, which was now twice its normal size and turning a nasty purple, he heard Marcia’s study door open.

  “I’m off, Septimus,” said Marcia purposefully. “I’ve got to go and pick up another part of the ShadowSafe. I told old Weasal I’d be down this morning. It’s almost the last piece. We’ve only got the Stopper to collect after this, Septimus, and that will be that. Good-bye Shadow.”

  “Aargh,” Septimus groaned.

  Marcia peered suspiciously around the door. “And what are you doing in the potions room?” she asked irritably, catching sight of Septimus’s hand. “My goodness, what have you done? Have you burned yourself doing a Fire Spell again? I don’t want any more singed parrots hanging around here, Septimus. They smell disgusting and it’s not fair to the parrots either.”

  “Aargh. That was a mistake,” muttered Septimus. “I meant to do a Firebird Spell. It could have happened to anyone. Ouch—I’ve been bitten.”

  Marcia came in, and behind her Septimus could see a slight murkiness in the air as the Shadow followed her into the potion room. Marcia bent down and looked more closely at Septimus’s thumb, almost enveloping him in her purple cloak as she did so. Marcia was a tall woman with long, dark, curly hair and the intense green eyes that always came to Magykal people, once they were exposed to Magyk. Septimus had the same green eyes too, although before he had met Marcia Overstrand they had been a dull gray. Like all ExtraOrdinary Wizards who had lived in the Wizard Tower before her, Marcia wore the lapis and gold Akhu Amulet around her neck, a deep purple silk tunic fastened with the ExtraOrdinary gold and platinum belt and a Magykal purple cloak. She also had on a pair of purple python shoes, carefully chosen that morning from a rack of about a hundred other almost identical purple python shoes that she had taken to stockpiling since her return to the Wizard Tower. Septimus wore, as usual, his only pair of brown leather boots. Septimus liked his boots, and although Marcia often offered to get some new ones made for him in a nice emerald python skin to match his green Apprentice robes, he always refused. Marcia just couldn’t understand it.

  “That’s a spider bite,” said Marcia, grabbing hold of his thumb.

  “Ouch!” Septimus yelled.

  “I don’t like the look of that at all,” Marcia muttered.

  Neither did Septimus. His thumb was now dark purple. His fingers looked like five sausages stuck on a football, and he could feel sharp pains shooting up his arm toward his heart. Septimus swayed slightly.

  “Sit down, sit down,” said Marcia urgently, throwing some papers off a small chair and guiding Septimus down onto it. Quickly she took a small vial out of the Medicine Chest. It had the words SPIDER VENOM scrawled on it and contained a murky green liquid. Marcia took out a long, thin glass dropper from the scary-looking medical instruments that were lined up in the lid of the chest like bizarre cutlery in a picnic basket. Then she sucked up the green venom into the dropper, being extremely careful not to get any in her mouth.

  Septimus pulled his thumb out of Marcia’s grasp. “That’s poison!” he protested.

  “There’s a Darkenesse in that bite,” said Marcia, putting her thumb on top of the venom-filled dropper and carefully holding it away from her cloak, “and the Spider Balm is making it worse. Sometimes you have to fight like with like. Venom with venom. Trust me.”

  Septimus did trust Marcia; in fact he trusted her more than anyone else. So he gave her back his thumb and closed his eyes while Marcia dropped Spider Venom onto the bite and muttered what sounded to Septimus like an Anti-Hex Incantation. As Marcia did so the shooting pains up his arm died away, his light-headedness left him and he began to think that maybe his thumb would not explode after all.

  Calmly, Marcia replaced everything back in the Medicine Chest, and then she turned and considered her Apprentice. Not surprisingly, he looked pale. But she had, thought Marcia, been working him too hard. He could do with a day out in the summer sunshine. And, more to the point, she didn’t want his mother, Sarah Heap, coming around again either.

  Marcia had still not forgotten the visit Sarah had made not long after Septimus had become her Apprentice. One Sunday morning Marcia had answered a loud banging on the door, only to find Sarah Heap on the other side, accompanied by an audience of Wizards from the floor below, who had all come up to see what the noise was—for no one ever dared bang on the ExtraOrdinary Wizard’s door like that.

  To the amazement of the assembled audience, Sarah had then proceeded to tell Marcia off.

  “My Septimus and I were apart for the first ten years of his life,” Sarah had said heatedly, “and, Madam Marcia, I do not intend to spend the next ten years seeing as little of him as I did for the first ten. So I will thank you to let the boy come home for his father’s birthday today.”

  Much to Marcia’s annoyance, this had been greeted with a small round of applause from the assembled Wizards. Both Marcia and Septimus had been amazed at Sarah’s speech. Marcia was amazed because no one ever spoke to her like that. No one. And Septimus was amazed because he didn’t realize that that was what mothers did, although he rather liked it.

  The last thing Marcia wanted was a repeat visit from Sarah. “Off you go then,” she said, half expecting Sarah Heap to appear and demand to know why Septimus looked so pale. “It’s time you spent a day with your family. And while you’re there, you can remind your mother to make sure that Jenna gets off to Zelda’s tomorrow for her MidSummer Visit to the Dragon Boat. If I had my way she would have left days ago, but Sarah will insist on leaving everything to the last minute. I’ll see you tonight, Septimus—midnight at the latest. And the chocolate Charm is yours, by the way.”

  “Oh, thanks.” Septimus smiled. “But I’m fine now, really. I don’t need a day off.”

  “Yes, you do,” Marcia told him. “Go on, off you go.”

  Despite himself, Septimus smiled. Maybe a day off would not be so bad. He could see Jenna before she went and give her the chocolate Charm.

  “All right then,” he said. “I’ll be back by midnight.”

  Septimus headed for the heavy purple front door, which recognized Marcia’s Apprentice and flung itself open as he approached.

  “Hey!” Marcia shouted after him. “You’ve forgotten the spiders!”

  “Bother,” muttered Septimus.

  2

  WIZARD WAY

  Septimus stepped onto the silver spiral stairs at the top of the Tower. “Hall, please,” he said.

  As the stairs began to move smoothly down, turning like a giant cork screw, Septimus held up the spider jar.

  He squinted at the occupants, which now numbered only five, and wondered if he had seen the hairy spider before.

  The hairy spider looked back at Septimus with a baleful stare. It had certainly seen him before. Four times to be precise, the spider thought crossly; four times it had been picked up, stuffed into a jar and dumped outside. The boy was lucky it hadn’t bitten him before. Still, at least there was some decent food in the jar this time. The two soft young spiders had gone down very nicely, even though it had had to chase them around the jar for a while. The hairy spider settled down and resigned itself to the journey. Again.

  The silver spiral stairs turned slowly, and, as they took Septimus and his catch down through the Wizard Tower, he got some cheery waves from the Ordinary Wizards who lived on the floors below and were beginning to go about their business for the day.
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  There had been much excitement when Septimus had first arrived at the Wizard Tower. Not only was Marcia Overstrand returning in triumph after ridding the Wizard Tower, not to mention the entire Castle, of a Darke Necromancer, but she was also bringing with her an Apprentice. Marcia had spent ten years as ExtraOrdinary Wizard without taking on an Apprentice. After a while some of the Ordinary Wizards had been known to mutter that she was too fussy for her own good. “What did Madam Marcia expect to find, for goodness’ sake—the seventh son of a seventh son? Ha!” But that was exactly what Madam Marcia Overstrand had found. She had found Septimus Heap, seventh son of Silas Heap, who was a poor and untalented Ordinary Wizard and himself the seventh son of Benjamin Heap, an equally poor, but considerably more talented, Shape-Shifter.

  As the silver spiral stairs slowed to a smooth halt on the ground floor of the Wizard Tower, Septimus jumped off and made his way across the Great Hall, hopping from side to side to try to catch the fleeting colors that played across the soft sandlike floor. The floor had seen him coming and the words GOOD MORNING, APPRENTICE ran across the shifting patterns and flitted in front of him as he made his way over to the massive solid-silver doors that guarded the entrance to the Tower. Septimus murmured the password, and, noiselessly, the doors swung open before him, sending a brilliant shaft of sunlight into the Hall, which drowned out all the Magykal colors.

  Septimus stepped out into the warm midsummer morning. Someone was waiting for him.

  “Marcia’s let you out early today,” said Jenna Heap. She was sitting on the lowest of the huge marble steps that led up into the Wizard Tower, carelessly swinging her feet against the warm stone. She wore a simple red tunic edged with gold and tied with a gold sash, and a sturdy pair of sandals on her dusty feet. Her long dark hair was held in place by a slim gold circlet that she wore around her head like a crown. Her dark eyes had a teasing glint in them as she regarded her adoptive brother. He looked as scruffy as usual. His curly straw-colored hair was uncombed, and his green Apprentice robes were covered in dust from the Library—but on his right index finger, his gold Dragon Ring shone as brightly as ever.

  Jenna was pleased to see him.

  “Hello, Jen.” Septimus smiled, his brilliant green eyes blinking in the bright sunlight. He waved his jar of spiders at her.

  Jenna leaped up from the step, her eyes fixed on the jar. “Just don’t let those spiders out anywhere near me,” she warned him.

  Septimus jumped down the steps, shaking the jar at her as he went past. He went over to the Well on the edge of the courtyard, and very carefully, he tipped the spiders out of the jar. They all landed in the bucket. The hairy spider had another quick snack and started climbing back up the rope. The three remaining spiders watched the hairy one leave and decided to stay in the bucket.

  “Sometimes, Jen,” said Septimus as he joined Jenna by the steps, “I think those spiders just go straight back up to the Library again. I recognized one of them today.”

  “Don’t be silly, Sep. How can you recognize a spider?”

  “Well, I was pretty sure it recognized me,” said Septimus. “I think that’s why it bit me.”

  “It bit you? That’s horrible. Where?”

  “In the Library.”

  “No, where did it bite you?”

  “Oh. Look, here.” Septimus waved his thumb at Jenna.

  “Can’t see anything,” she said dismissively.

  “That’s because Marcia put some venom on it.”

  “Venom?”

  “Oh, that’s just something we Wizards do,” said Septimus airily.

  “Oh—you Wizards,” scoffed Jenna, getting up and pulling at Septimus’s green tunic. “You Wizards are all crazy. And, speaking of crazy, how is Marcia?”

  Septimus kicked at a pebble and sent it skittering over to Jenna.

  “She’s not crazy, Jen,” he said loyally, “but that Shadow follows her everywhere. And it’s getting worse, because I’m beginning to see it now.”

  “Eurgh, creepy.” Jenna kicked the pebble back to Septimus, and the pair played pebble football across the courtyard and into the cool shade of a tall silver archway lined with deep-blue lapis lazuli. This was the Great Arch that led out of the Wizard Tower courtyard and into the broad avenue known as Wizard Way, which ran straight to the Palace.

  Septimus shook off all thoughts of Shadows and ran into the Great Arch ahead of Jenna. Then he spun around and said, “Anyway, Marcia says I can have the day off today.”

  “A whole day?” asked Jenna, amazed.

  “A whole day. Till midnight. So I can come back with you and see Mum.”

  “And me. You’re going to have to see me all day too; I haven’t seen you for ages. And I’m going off to Aunt Zelda’s tomorrow to see the Dragon Boat. It’s MidSummer Day in a few days’ time, in case you’d forgotten.”

  “Of course I haven’t forgotten. Marcia keeps going on about how important it is. Here, I’ve got a present for you.” Septimus fished the chocolate Charm out of his tunic pocket and gave it to Jenna.

  “Oh, Sep, that’s lovely. Er, what is it exactly?”

  “It’s a Taste Charm. It’ll turn anything you want into chocolate. I thought it might be useful over at Aunt Zelda’s.”

  “Hey—I could turn all that cabbage and pilchard stew into chocolate.”

  “Cabbage and pilchard stew . . .” said Septimus wistfully. “You know, I really miss Aunt Zelda’s cooking.”

  “No one else does.” Jenna laughed.

  “I know,” said Septimus. “That’s why I thought you’d like the Charm. Wish I could come and see Aunt Zelda too.”

  “Well you can’t—because I’m the Queen.”

  “Since when, Jen?”

  “Well, I will be. And you’re just a lowly Apprentice.” Jenna stuck her tongue out at Septimus, who chased her out of the Great Arch and into the heat of Wizard Way.

  As they came out from the shadows of the Arch, Jenna and Septimus Heap saw Wizard Way spread out before them, bright and empty in the early morning sun. The huge white limestone slabs formed a broad avenue all the way to the Palace Gate, which glinted gold in the distance. Tall silver torch posts lined Wizard Way, holding the torches that were used to light the Way at night. That morning each one carried a blackened torch, which had burned out the previous night, and would be replaced and lit that evening by Maizie Smalls, the TorchLighter. Septimus loved the sight of the torches being lit; from his room at the top of the Wizard Tower he could see right down Wizard Way, and Marcia often found him gazing dreamily out of his window at lighting-up time when he should have been doing his incantation preparation.

  Jenna and Septimus moved out of the sun’s glare and into the cooler shadows of the squat buildings that were set back and lined the Way. The buildings were among the oldest of the Castle and were built of a pale weatherworn stone, pitted and marked by thousands of years of rain, hail, frost and the occasional battle. They were home to the numerous manuscript makers and printing houses that produced all the books, pamphlets, tracts and treatises that were used by the Castle inhabitants.

  Beetle, who was General Dogsbody and Inspection Clerk at Number Thirteen, was lounging outside sunning himself and he gave Septimus a friendly nod. Number Thirteen stood out from all the other shops. Not only was it the only one to have all its windows stacked so high with papers that it was impossible to see inside, but it had also recently been painted purple, much to the distaste of the Wizard Way Conservation Society. Number Thirteen housed the Magykal Manuscript orium and Spell Checkers Incorporated, which Marcia and most of the Wizards used regularly.

  As they neared the end of Wizard Way, Jenna and Septimus heard the clatter of horse’s hooves echoing on the empty road behind them. They turned around to see in the distance a dark, dusty figure on a huge black horse gallop up to the Manuscriptorium. The figure dismounted in a hurry, quickly tied his horse up and disappeared inside, closely followed by Beetle, who looked surprised to have a customer so early
in the morning.

  “I wonder who that is,” said Septimus. “I haven’t seen him around here before, have you?”

  “I’m not sure,” said Jenna, thinking. “He looks sort of familiar, but I don’t know why.”

  Septimus did not reply. His spider bite had suddenly sent a stabbing pain up his arm, and he shivered as he remembered the Shadow he had seen that morning.

  EXCERPT FROM

  SEPTIMUS HEAP

  BOOK THREE

  Physik

  PROLOGUE:

  THE PORTRAIT IN THE ATTIC

  Silas Heap and Gringe, the North Gate Gatekeeper, are in a dark and dusty corner of the Palace attic. In front of them is a small door to a Sealed room, which Silas Heap, Ordinary Wizard, is about to UnSeal. “You see, Gringe,” he says, “it’s the perfect place. My Counters will never be able to escape from there. I can just Seal them in.”

  Gringe is not so sure. Even he knows that Sealed rooms in attics are best left alone. “I don’t like it, Silas,” he says. “It feels peculiar. Anyway, just because you’ve been lucky enough to find a new Colony under the floorboards up ’ere doesn’t mean they’ll stay here.”

  “They jolly well will stay if they’re Sealed in, Gringe,” says Silas, clutching his box of precious newfound Counters, which he has just caught. “You’re just being funny because you won’t be able to entice this bunch away.”

  “I did not entice the last bunch either, Silas Heap. They came of their own accord. Weren’t nothing I could do about it.”

  Silas ignores Gringe. He is trying to remember how to do an UnSeal Spell.

  Gringe taps his foot impatiently. “’Urry up, Silas. I got a gate to get back to. Lucy is most odd at the moment and I don’t want to leave ’er there alone for long.”

  Silas Heap closes his eyes so that he can think better. Under his breath, so that Gringe cannot quite hear what he is saying, Silas chants the Lock Incantation backward three times, finishing it off with the UnSeal. He opens his eyes. Nothing has happened.