The Magic Sequence Volume Two: Dragon Magic, Lavender-Green Magic, and Red Hart Magic by Andre Norton

Author:Andre Norton [Norton, Andre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Fantasy, Young Adult, Childrens, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781504053938
Publisher: Open Road Media Teen & Tween
Published: 2018-05-21T23:00:00+00:00

7

Widdershins Way

In the morning she could not remember her dreams, except that she did know a way into the maze. The rest—when she tried to recall anything it made her head ache. Tamar—had she seen Tamar? Holly had an odd half-remembrance of someone else, quite unlike Tamar. Someone who had smiled and beckoned and whom she must see again. But of course that person must have been Tamar, and she, Holly, would be the one to warn her about the trouble to come.

“You dreamed.” Judy was putting on her shoes. “But those must have been bad dreams, Holly.”

“Why?” Holly rounded on her defensively.

“ ’Cause you called for Mom and said you wanted out—” Judy sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sister closely now. “You talked as if you were shut up somewhere.”

Holly tossed her head. “I don’t remember. But I do know the way into the maze anyhow. And we’ll go this afternoon and see Tamar. You want to do that, don’t you?”

To her surprise Judy did not answer at once. “I don’t know. I’m going to wait and see—”

“Wait and see about what?” Holly exploded. “The last time you were all ready to go, you wanted us to hurry up. Just ’cause I had the dream this time, now you talk about going to wait and see! What’s the matter with you, Judy Wade?”

Judy still measured her sister with that unblinking stare; Holly stirred uncomfortably under it. It was almost as if Judy already knew that Holly had—well, arranged things last night. But Holly had had to. Crock did not really care, and they—she—had to warn Tamar about all the trouble coming.

“Nothing’s the matter, I guess,” Judy said slowly. “Only, I guess I didn’t like your bad dream.”

“But you don’t really know it was a bad dream,” countered Holly swiftly.

“I know you were crying for Mom to come and get you. And that Tomkit—he got up once and sniffed at the pillow; then he jumped back and hissed and spat, just like he hated it.

“But—oh, well.” Judy shrugged. “I guess it’s all right.”

Of course it was all right, Holly assured herself fiercely not only through breakfast but through the morning at school. When they piled back on the bus after the half-day session, she was only eager to get back to Dimsdale, gobble down lunch, and start into the maze. It was a dark day and the clouds looked heavy, but so far there had been no rain. She kept her fingers crossed all the way home and hoped the storm would hold off.

Holly was so intent upon her worry that she did not listen much to what was going on around her, until she heard Judy say in a voice which carried over the rumble of the bus, “Grandma thinks she can make a cat suit for me. She has a big woolly gray blanket, just as gray as Tomkit.”

“Black cats are for Halloween.” That was Sandra Hawkins.

“Maybe—but I want to be a gray one,” Judy returned.

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