Inkworld 02 - Inkspell by Funke Cornelia

Author:Funke, Cornelia
Language: eng
Format: epub

Meggie couldn't have said how much time had passed when, with a sigh, Fenoglio put down his pen. Rosenquartz was still snoring, stretched out straight as a ruler behind the sandbox.

Fenoglio reached into the box and sprinkled sand over the wet ink. "Did you – did you think of something?" Meggie hesitantly asked.

"Yes, yes, but don't ask me if I got it right."

He handed her the parchment, and her eyes skimmed the words. There weren't many of them, but if they were indeed the right words, they would be enough.

"I didn't make him up, Meggie!" said Fenoglio in a soft voice. "Your father isn't one of my characters, like Cosimo and Dustfinger and Capricorn. He doesn't belong here. So don't hope for too much, will you?"

Meggie nodded as she rolled up the parchment. "Dustfinger wants you to keep an eye on his daughter while he's gone." "His daughter? Dustfinger has a daughter? Did I write that? Oh yes

– indeed, weren't there two of them?"

"You know one of them, anyway. She's Brianna, Her Ugliness's maid."

"Brianna?" Fenoglio looked at her in astonishment.

"Yes." Meggie picked up the leather bag that she had brought with her from the other world and went to the door. "Look after her. I'm to say that if you don't, you'll rue the day you ever thought up someone who can call on fire."

"He said that?" Fenoglio pushed back his chair and laughed. "You know something? I like him better and better. I believe I'll write another story about him, a story where he's the hero, and he doesn't –"

"Die?" Meggie opened the door. "I'll tell him, but I think he's had more than enough of being in one of your stories."

"But he is in one. He came back into my story of his own free will!" Fenoglio called after her as she hurried down the steps. "We're all in it, Meggie, up to our necks in it! When are you coming back? I want you to meet Cosimo!"

Meggie did not reply. How was she to know when she'd be coming back?

"You call that hurrying?" asked Dustfinger, when she was standing before him again, out of breath and putting Fenoglio's parchment in her bag. "What's that parchment for? Did the old man give you one of his songs for nourishment along the way?" "Something like that," replied Meggie.

"Just so long as my name's not in it," said Dustfinger, turning toward the road.

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