The Faery Queen's Daughter by Tam Erskine & Melissa Marr

Author:Tam Erskine & Melissa Marr [Erskine, Tam & Marr, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781099295997
Google: hlfZxQEACAAJ
Amazon: 1099295998
Goodreads: 46725989
Publisher: MM Ink
Published: 2019-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

As the egret neared Grandmother Nogs' Swamp, the Bollynoggins yelled, "Incoming!"

Two brothers each wrapped strong arms round Jonquil and Daisy and leapt from the egret's back.

As they hurtled towards the boggy water, Jonquil heard Daisy shriek and spout several creative threats. Not far above the water, but with still enough time to avoid getting wet, Hagan let go. "Flap away, girlie."

She angled up as he splashed into the water.

Daisy zipped over, scowling fiercely, hands on her hips. "The whole colony is filled with menaces! As if Clematis wasn't headache enough . . ."

Hagan surfaced with a loud whoop. Floating on his back, he stared up at her.

Biting her cheek to keep from laughing, Jonquil waited.

Predictable to a fault, Daisy announced, "Hmph! Infants have more sense than you, Hagan Nogs!"

Hagan merely grinned and kicked his feet in the water.

"Daisy . . ." Jonquil pointed to the shore where Clematis had just stopped her racing snake.

But Daisy took no notice. She zipped down to the surface. "Do you hear me? One of these times . . ."

"I missed you." Hagan reached up and wrapped his arms around Daisy's middle; laughing, he pulled her into the water. "Even your scowling face."

When Daisy resurfaced, she was still berating him, but her eyes were twinkling.

Jonquil couldn't help it: she laughed at the bedraggled pair. "I'll see to Clematis."

"I'll come." Daisy struggled to get free of Hagan's grasp, smacking his arm lightly. Strands of bog-grass tangled in Daisy's hair and brown water sluiced off her face. "We should see what Grandmother Nogs wants."

"Stay." Jonquil smiled gently at her. Hagan's foolishness never failed to cheer Daisy. "We'll all sit down and talk after eating."

Still, Daisy started to protest, "But . . ."

Grinning, Hagan shoved her under water again. "We'll be up soon."

As Jonquil touched down on the spongy shore, Grandmother Nogs stepped into view. Her patterned green skin and brown tufted hair made her hard to spot unless she chose to be seen. "Matty. Jonquil. Good of you to come see me."

Jonquil curtseyed. "Daisy is with us."

"I expected so." She smiled, a quick flash of softness as she looked over the swamp. "Hagan's been worse than a swarm of nettle-bees since I said you'd be by. Boy makes me tired." She looked up and nodded at one of her boys.

He rolled out a length of woven swamp-grass in front of her. After bowing to Grandmother Nogs and to Eamon, the captain of the guard, the young Bollynoggin left.

Grandmother Nogs settled her considerable girth on the horned toad that always followed her and crossed her ankles delicately. "We'll sit here where I can see Daisy too."

Jonquil sat down on the woven grass, listening to Eamon issue orders to the retinue of bodyguards. Six of the Bollynoggins--armed with bows and a good supply of cactus-spike arrows--crept into the marshy weeds.

"Arth tells me you want a longbow, Matty." Grandmother Nogs rarely wasted time on trivial talk. She made approving noises deep in her throat. "Longbow's a good choice for you. I watched your practice with the other tools.

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