Escape from Jabar-loo by Tony Abbott

Author:Tony Abbott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Eric stumbled through the palace, trying to understand what he had just seen and heard.

“Umberto’s controlling everyone with his medallions,” he said to himself. “There are Goll symbols on the medallions, and he knows dark magic. Oh, my gosh, the king and queen! And Max! We have to save them. We have to save them!”

He reached the palace doors and slipped out. He looked both ways and hurried down a narrow passage toward the gate.

“Galen must be here, too,” he whispered. “But he’s probably been changed like the others.”

Whatever dark power Umberto had, Eric guessed that being crowned the Rat King of Pesh would only make it worse.

Pesh!

The more he thought about that strange city, the more he thought about Salamandra — and about his vision.

Then he shook his head to clear it.

There was no time for that now.

“This way, knights!” boomed a voice.

Eric ducked behind a pile of ruined stones and spied Umberto, his twin beasts, and a dozen rat-helmeted soldiers heading for the city gate.

“So how will I get out of here now?” he muttered.

Just then, he heard a cough. “Ahem …”

He looked up. The Amazing Flemky waved down at him from his pole. As Eric waved back, he happened to glance from the pole to the trees outside the wall and saw that they were the same height. “Huh …”

Flemky coughed again. “Water! Please!”

He motioned to a bucket lying on the ground at the bottom of the pole. It was tied to a rope that dangled from the top.

At once, Eric remembered something else the boat woman Dora had said.

Help a friend, and he’ll help you!

“Of course!” he said to himself. Keeping out of sight of Umberto and his men, Eric ran to the pole and unhooked the bucket. He found a shallow pool of rainwater in the street, filled the bucket, then tied it back on the rope. He scribbled a note and tied that on, too, then gave Flemky the thumbs-up.

Flemky pulled the bucket to the top.

A few moments later, Eric saw him read the note, then return the thumbs-up sign.

This time the rope descended without the bucket. When Eric grabbed hold, the rope began to rise. With one eye on Umberto, Eric pushed against the pole and began to swing. The farther he swung, the higher he flew, until he was nearly as high as the trees.

On one final swing, Eric soared up and reached out to the branches. He caught one! It bounced under his weight, but he clung tight. He was in a tree!

“Thanks, Flemky!” he whispered. Tying the rope to the branch, he edged in to the trunk and lowered himself inch by inch until there was one branch left.

“I can’t believe I made it!” he said.

He spoke too soon. The branch snapped under him and he plummeted to the ground. “Ahhhhhh!”

“Ahhh, yourself!” said a tiny voice under him.

Eric jumped to his feet only to find Khan, the Lumpy king, lying flat on his back in the dirt.

“Soft landing, was it?” Khan groaned.

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