Sarah Lean--3 Book Collection (A Dog Called Homeless, a Horse for Angel, the Forever Whale) by Sarah Lean

Author:Sarah Lean [Sarah Lean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2013-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

24.

OVE UP,” ANGEL SAID.

She climbed to the top of the gate, stretched her leg over and curved it round Belle’s wide ribs.

Belle walked on, clipping down the middle of the lane. All of a sudden I felt wide awake, as bright and alive as the stars.

“Tell me the end of the story,” I said.

Angel sighed away a deep breath and continued.

“The girl took all the other ninety-nine horses to a safe place while she waited for the hundredth horse to come just for her. But then one day, while she was locked in the castle, some guards came and broke down the door and took her away because they said it wasn’t safe there any more with the battle getting worse. They put her in another castle far, far away and it made her wild to be away from the horses. But she was trapped and couldn’t climb out of the other castle.

“Eventually, after a long, long time, when they thought she wasn’t as wild any more, they took her to another castle and she realised she could escape from this one. She climbed out of the window and travelled for miles and miles and found the horses again. And she’s been waiting for the hundredth horse ever since.”

I put my hand in Angel’s pocket. She was quiet again. She smoothed Belle’s neck. And I waited.

“Do you think she’ll ever find it?”

Angel’s voice was barely a whisper. “Of course she will.”

I didn’t care that the story was made up, that it finished abruptly. I just liked that Angel had told it to me. Not many people tell you stories. And I sort of understood what it was like for the princess waiting for something just for her. It made me think of the carousel. It made me think that looking for the tin girl was just like waiting for the hundredth horse.

I heard Belle’s hooves crunch on the stony track as she stopped near Aunt Liv’s.

“You’re good at telling stories,” I said. “But when it’s real life, you should tell the truth.”

Angel turned round, the moon shining in her eyes. “Some stories are true,” she said.

What if it is true? I thought as I took my hand out of Angel’s pocket and looked down at the pale goose feather spinning in my fingers.

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