The Stones of Ravenglass Page 16

  ‘I can see Eri and his dragon, and the three leopards,’ Karli leaned closer. ‘Why are you drawing us, Timoken?’

  Timoken turned from the wall. ‘So that my descendant can find me.’

  ‘Your descendant?’ Sila frowned. ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Hmm . . .’ Timoken searched for words. ‘My descendant is someone who comes after me; one of my children’s children’s children’s . . . Well, someone with my blood who will be born maybe nine hundred years from now.’

  They stared at him, bewildered. How could a person who hadn’t yet been born travel back through so many hundreds of years? But, then, a boy who had one foot in the realm of enchantments probably had a purpose that none of them would fully understand.

  Sila was worried for Timoken. There had been a sort of sadness about him just lately, as though, in building his castle and making it safe, something had been lost. ‘You don’t have any children, Timoken,’ she pointed out.

  ‘No,’ he agreed. ‘Not yet.’

  There was a sudden joyful shout from the courtyard. ‘She’s here!’ cried Eri.

  The dragon dropped gracefully through the air and Eri stood back as her great wings swept the snow. There was someone on her back. Two people. A boy with a hare-skin cap, and a baby.

  The boy slid off Enid’s back with the baby in his arms. Timoken stared at the boy, stared at the hare-skin cap with its long streamers of fur, and then he was running. Leaping over the piles of wood, he raced across the courtyard.

  ‘Running Hare!’ cried Timoken.

  The other children crowded into the passageway and watched in surprise as Eri took the baby, and Timoken hugged and hugged the boy covered in snow.

  ‘I think that boy’s a girl,’ said Sila.

  ‘Of course it is!’ said Edern. ‘It’s Running Hare!’

  For a moment, no one noticed Eri. He was holding the baby at arm’s length, gazing into its smiling face as tears streamed down his cheeks.

  Timoken saw the wizard’s face. ‘What’s wrong with Eri?’ he said.

  The others turned to look at the wizard.

  ‘My child’s child.’ Smiling through his tears, Eri held up the baby. ‘My grandchild.’

  ‘I knew he had wizard’s blood,’ said Beri.

  The rebels’ children knew nothing of Beri’s past, or the wizard’s tragic history, but something joyful in the winter air made everybody cheer.

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