by Jenny Nimmo
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Charlie had always longed to travel into the painting to talk to the king, but it was impossible. Behind the king stood Harken the Enchanter, a shadowy figure who blocked Charlie's every attempt to reach his ancestor.
Once, the shadow had escaped, but now he was trapped again, an angry, brooding presence whom Charlie could almost feel watching him. But I don't need to reach the king anymore, he silently told the shadow, because I've found my father and there's nothing you can do about it.
Someone else was watching Charlie. Dagbert's aquamarine eyes were fixed on him. Charlie quickly dropped his gaze and tried to concentrate on his homework.
At eight o'clock everyone closed their books and began to file out of the King's room.
Before Dagbert could catch up with them, Charlie whispered to Billy, "Want to come home with me this weekend?"
"Yes, please," said Billy. "I've got so much to..."
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"Hey! Wait for me!" Dagbert's voice came ringing after them. "You're supposed to show me the dorms, Charlie Bone."
"I thought Matron would have shown you," said Charlie.
"She did, but I've forgotten." Dagbert grinned as he came up to Charlie with his peculiar lurching and pitching motion.
Billy Raven slipped away.
"That boy gives me the creeps." Dagbert remarked as he watched the retreating student.
"You probably do the same to him," said Charlie.
"Why?" Dagbert looked genuinely surprised.
Charlie hurried on without answering. He wondered where Dagbert would be sleeping. Every bed in his own dormitory was occupied. So there was no danger of the new boy moving in. Or was there? Ahead of him, he could see Gabriel Silk standing in the hall. He looked distraught. Charlie called out to him, but he turned away and went through a door farther down the hallway.
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"What's going on?" Charlie walked into his dormitory, Dagbert dogging his steps.
Fidelio was sitting on the bed next to Charlie's. "They've moved Gabriel," he said. "Poor old Gabe. It's not fair. They've put him in with Damian Smerk."
Charlie gasped. "His worst enemy."
Dagbert made his way over to the bed that had once been Gabriel's.
"Now we know the reason for Gabriel's banishment," Fidelio muttered, turning his head in Dagbert's direction.
Charlie lowered his voice. "I'm supposed to be looking after him. I guess that's why Matron put him in here."
Other boys began to arrive. Three first years and five second years led by Bragger Braine and his devoted slave Rupe Small. Dagbert ignored them. This was surprising, considering that he had gone out of his way to make friends with most of the endowed. Perhaps he considered these ordinary boys not worth the effort, thought Charlie.
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Bragger Braine stopped at the end of Dagbert's bed and commanded the new boy to introduce himself. Dagbert continued to transfer clothes from his bag into the cabinet beside his bed.
"I'm talking to you, boy," Bragger shouted, his wide puglike face reddening.
"Answer!" squeaked Rupe Small.
"Answer, answer, answer!" chanted the others.
Charlie suddenly realized he would have to defend the new boy. "Leave him alone," he said.
"Who asked you, Charlie Bone?" snarled the beefy second year.
"I'm responsible for him," Charlie said in a reasonable tone. "His name is Dagbert Endless."
"I suppose he's one of you peculiar 'endowed' people," Rupe piped up with a giggle.
Charlie found Rupe even more annoying than Bragger. He had such a whiny, high-pitched voice. He followed Bragger's every move with his big doggy eyes, and never said a word unless he was quite sure that Bragger would approve.
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"They're not peculiar," Fidelio said evenly.
"OK, so what do you do, new boy?" Bragger climbed onto the rail at the foot of Dagbert's bed. "Forgive me for saying so, but Endless isn't a name."
All at once Dagbert straightened up. He fixed Bragger with his aquamarine eyes and said, "My name is as endless as the ocean and I drown people."
Bragger's feet slipped off the rail and he landed on his back on the floor.
Nobody laughed.
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THE HOWLING
It was one of the other boys who passed on the news about Dagbert. It certainly wasn't Bragger. Falling on your back in terror is nothing to brag about.
Word spread fast. Soon even the most clueless first years had heard the rumor: Dagbert Endless drowned people.
But how? That was the question on everyone's mind. On bath night it was noticeable how shallow the bathwater was in every bath. Some of the children decided against bathing altogether and opted for a cold shower in the unheated changing rooms. In February. That's how worried they were.
"What's the matter with you all?" grumbled the matron. "You usually complain that you can't get enough water. Now, all at once, you don't want any. You've barely got enough to clean your knees."
People began to avoid Charlie because Dagbert was always at his side. In team games Charlie was
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always the last to be picked, as though the new boy was permanently attached to him, and if you got Charlie, you were saddled with Dagbert-the-drowner as well.
There were exceptions, of course. You couldn't keep Joshua, Dorcas, and the twins away from Dagbert. So Charlie had to put up with their company as well. He found it exhausting, listening to them boasting about their peculiar talents. However, he did manage to learn something very interesting.
They were sitting in the King's room, waiting for homework to begin. Lysander and Tancred hadn't arrived. Billy was searching for a reference book, Emma was late, and Gabriel was in the infirmary with a virus.
Charlie had opened his history book and was pretending to take notes on the American War of Independence. The conversation on the other side of the table was being conducted in harsh whispers, with the occasional giggle thrown in by Dorcas. And then, all at once, Charlie caught the phrase:
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"She taught me everything I know about bewitching clothes."
Dorcas was talking about Charlie's great-aunt Venetia. He lowered his head and opened his ears.
"Anyway, she told me about this man," Dorcas went on. "She wanted to marry him because, for one thing, he's rich, and for another his little boy is endowed - at least Venetia thinks he is ... " She stopped and Charlie felt her eyes on him. He kept his head down, but Dorcas continued in such a soft whisper he could only catch the odd words. Words like Archie Shellhorn, poison, beads, heart failure... herbs of infatuation... wedding....
It was easy enough to guess the rest, and it didn't take Charlie long to work out what his great-aunt had done. Uncle Paton had warned him that Venetia wasn't above murder, and he was right. She had poisoned Archie Shellhorn's wife with a string of beads that stopped her heart, then soaked Archie's coat in a brew of infatuating herbs. And poor, deluded Archie, desperately in love, had begged Venetia to marry him.
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At this point Lysander and Tancred breezed in, the latter looking even more blown about than usual.
"Sorry we're late," said Lysander. "We were in a meeting. Glad to see you're all getting on with your work. Where's Emma?"
"Here. I'm here." Emma came in behind them.
Silence fell. Everyone bent their heads toward their books. Homework began.
Charlie stared at the pages of his history book without seeing them. His mind roamed elsewhere. He was trying to imagine what it would be like to have a stepmother like Great-aunt Venetia: poisoner, bewitcher, murderer. He could har
dly wait to see Uncle Paton. One more night to go, he thought, and then he'd be free of Dagbert Endless. He would be sitting at home, eating one of Maisie's delicious suppers.
It was not to be.
On Thursday night, only five minutes after lights-out, Dagbert decided to tell a bedtime story.
"It's against the rules to talk after lights-out." Charlie's whispered warning made no impression on
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Dagbert, so he raised his whisper another notch. "You'll get detention."
"Who says?" asked Dagbert.
"Let him tell the story," said Bragger, eager to keep on the right side of Dagbert.
"Yes, let him," squeaked Rupe. "You're a spoil
sport, Charlie Bone,"
** Fidelio muttered, "You won't be seeing your fish shop on Friday night."
"Want to bet," Dagbert sneered.
Fidelio turned over and punched his pillow into shape.
In a loud voice Dagbert continued his story. It was boring and badly told. It certainly wasn't funny, even though Bragger and Rupe kept giggling. Stories about mermaids always made Charlie yawn. He yawned and closed his eyes.
Two seconds later the door opened and Matron marched into the room. She turned on the light. Charlie opened his eyes and blinked.
"Who was talking?" Matron demanded.
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"I was," Dagbert said cheerfully. "I was telling a story."
"You're breaking the rules," said Matron.
"Am I?" Dagbert sounded incredulous. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know."
Matron gave a sigh of annoyance. "Charlie, you're responsible for the new boy. You're supposed to tell him the rules."
"Yes, well I... ," Charlie began.
"Detention for you," snapped his great-aunt. "You won't be going home until Saturday."
"But I did tell him," Charlie protested.
Matron switched off the light and marched out, slamming the door behind her.
The silence that followed was broken by a snort from Bragger and a snigger from Rupe.
Charlie lay on his back, staring into the darkness. He told himself that he didn't care. What was one more day after all? He lay awake long past midnight and then, just as he was drifting off to sleep, a sound came stealing through the night. A far, far distant howl.
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There was a rustle of sheets, and Charlie saw the rounded shape of Billy Raven's white head. He was sitting up - listening. He knows what the howl means, thought Charlie, and soon he'll tell me.
The last thing Charlie expected was an apology, but at breakfast the next morning, he got one.
"Sorry about last night," said Dagbert, swallowing ""a spoonful of cornflakes. "I couldn't afford to get detention. The people I live with won't understand if I don't turn up tonight."
"You didn't have to talk after lights-out, though, did you?" said Fidelio. "Charlie warned you."
Dagbert frowned. "It's hard to keep stories to yourself," he murmured.
Charlie almost felt sorry for him. "Well, you won't get away with it a second time. Matron's told you now, so you'll have to keep your stories bottled up."
Yes, I will," Dagbert said pensively. "Imagine. Stories in a bottle."
Not for the first time Charlie wondered what was going on in Dagbert's head.
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Charlie spent the rest of the day in a state of suspense. All he wanted was to hear what Billy had to ^ tell him.
At four o'clock Weedon unlocked the main doors, and children piled out of the academy. From their dormitory, Charlie and Billy could hear the shouts that began immediately as pupils were released from the gloomy hall. Charlie peered out of the window overlooking the courtyard. He saw Dagbert Endless following the crowd. He was the only one who didn't look happy. His expression was solemn, almost apprehensive. He was the last to leave the courtyard.
Charlie turned from the window. "They're all gone, Billy."
Billy was sitting on his bed with his knees drawn up to his chin.
"Before we talk about Dagbert I want to know what you heard last night," said Charlie.
"A howl," Billy replied.
"I heard it, too. You know what it meant, don't you?"
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Billy nodded. He hunched his shoulders and hugged himself. "It was a call for help. It was frightened and lonely."
Charlie looked into Billy's wine-dark eyes, magnified by the round lenses of his glasses. "Do you know where the voice - the howl - came from?"
"Not exactly. It's far, far away, maybe underground. It says it's trapped."
"Trapped?" said Charlie. "Who's trapped it, I wonder?"
Billy shrugged. "Charlie, I want to tell you about Dagbert," he said. "I've been trying all week, but he's always there, right behind you. He calls me a freak."
"And Gabriel a loser, and he told Olivia and Emma they looked a mess. An absolute lie."
Billy leaned forward. "Cook knew Dagbert's father. He drowned her parents, swept away her home, and murdered her fiance. All because she wouldn't marry him."
"Wait a minute!" Charlie exclaimed. "I remember. Cook told me. His name is Grimwald."
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"Lord Grimwald," said Billy. "Blessed says he smells of rust and seaweed and shipwrecks and drownings. And there's a cold pearl in his heart, trapped like sand in an oyster shell. Cook's going to leave. She's frightened."
Charlie slid to the floor. "Cook, leave? She can't. She keeps the balance here. She's the lodestone of the house. Why should she leave? No one knows who she really is."
"Dagbert might find out," Billy said gravely.
Charlie resolved to change Cook's mind. He would see her at supper and convince her that she must stay. Otherwise, who would care for Billy during the long school holidays? He had no home, no parents, no one else in the world to turn to. The Bloors kept promising him that he would be adopted but it had never happened, unless you counted the de Greys, who had treated Billy like a servant and kept him locked up.
Students in detention could usually expect a cold supper in the cafeteria. But when Billy and Charlie went downstairs at six o'clock, the blue cafeteria was
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deserted. Chairs had been piled onto tables and a blue checkered cloth covered the counter.
Charlie opened the door into the kitchen and looked around. There wasn't a soul in sight. The heavy saucepans were all hanging in place, the ovens were closed and cold, and there wasn't even a whisper of steam.
"What are you doing?" said a voice.
Charlie swung around. He came face to face with Weedon's wife. Mrs. Weedon was a wide, grim-faced, and goggle-eyed woman who was usually in charge of the green cafeteria.
"I'm looking for Cook," said Charlie.
"Cook's out." Mrs. Weedon's bloodred lips smacked unpleasantly.
"We wanted some supper." Charlie looked at Billy, standing hopefully beside a cloth-covered table.
Mrs. Weedon glanced at Billy. "And I suppose you've got detention, Charlie Bone?"
"That doesn't mean I'm not to be fed," Charlie said defiantly.
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"Tsk!" Mrs. Weedon turned her back and walked out. "You'd better come with me," she called back to them.
The green cafeteria was in the same state as the blue: chairs on tables, counter covered in a cloth - a green one this time.
"Baked beans is all I've got." Mrs. Weedon snorted. You can sit there." She pointed to a table. "I'm not supposed to be on duty but Cook rushed off, goodness knows where, and the Bloors want their supper, which I've got to carry all the way over to the west wing, if you please."
Charlie had never known Mrs. Weedon to say much. "Cook hasn't left, has she?" he asked tentatively.
"Left? Of course not." Mrs. Weedon's goggle eyes tightened a fraction. "Why? What makes you think she's left?"
"I don't. It's just... well, we just wondered."
Mrs. Weedon frowned and shook her head. "You
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wonder more than is good for you." She stomped through the door into the kitchen.
Charlie and Billy removed two chairs from the table Mrs. Weedon had indicated and sat down.
The beans, when they arrived, were barely warm. The toast was burnt and there wasn't a smidgen of butter. Charlie decided to try for a second helping. Telling Billy to follow him, he went to the door of the green kitchen and looked in. There was no sign of Mrs. Weedon.
"Come on," Charlie whispered. "Let's look for some food. I'm starving."
They crept into the kitchen. A row of jars drew Charlie's eye. Sure enough they contained cookies - chocolate truffles and garibaldis. The boys took two of each, stuffing them into their mouths as they moved farther into the room. Billy found a box of shortbread and slipped a piece into his pocket. Charlie found some gingerbread and broke off a chunk. He was beginning to feel better already. They reached the
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door at the back of the kitchen and stepped into a yard where a narrow flight of stone steps led up to the road.
"You know we could get out this way," said Charlie. "We could go into the city and find a nice cafe and ..."
Billy's elbow dug into Charlie's ribs. "Look!" Billy whispered.
At the far end of the yard two people squatted in a dark corner. Really, they were not quite people. They had the shining eyes of a predatory animal and their faces were dotted with patches of hair. For a few seconds they were so still they could almost have been taken for statues, but all at once, they emitted a faint whimper and scuttled toward the steps. They climbed the flight of steps on all fours, bounding to the top as fast as cats. The iron gate onto the street gave a light clang as the two figures pushed it open and disappeared.
Billy gripped Charlie's arm. "What were they?"
"I don't know," said Charlie. "But they've been following me." He noticed something in the corner