Fire Star by Chris D'Lacey

Author:Chris D'Lacey [D'Lacey, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780545365451
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2005-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

35 A HEALING CRISIS

I don’t get this,” said David, leaning back in his chair.

Liz looked up from her ironing. “Get what?”

“It’s been three days since I made Gollygosh and all he’s done is mend … trivial things.”

Liz stood the iron on end. She folded Lucy’s best pajamas and smoothed the last crease with a rub of her hand. “That depends on what you see as trivial,” she said, stretching a T-shirt across the board. Lucy’s favorite. Save the red squirrel. She paused a moment in contemplation. Gwillan, thinking this was a cue for action, warmed the flat surface of the iron with his breath. Liz thanked him and continued with her chores.

“I didn’t mean to imply …”

“What?” she said, without looking up.

I didn’t mean to imply that what you’re doing is trivial, David thought. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Every day he watched Liz going through the motions of being a good and caring mother, washing clothes for her daughter, tidying her room, setting a place for Lucy at breakfast. None of it mattered, in a physical sense. It was simply her way of filling up the emptiness. He cautioned himself to be careful what he said.

“Yesterday, for instance, he tuned my guitar. Gretel flew past it and made the strings hum. Golly magicked up a tuning fork from his toolbox, then put the guitar in tune by clutching the strings and changing their resonance. He didn’t even need to turn the machine heads. It was amazing. I could make a small fortune out of him.”

Liz sprayed a little water over the T-shirt. The excess caught Gwillan, making him sneeze. “He’s not here to make you rich.”

“I know that. But what is he here for? I made him at the dragons’ request because that’s what G’reth had told them we needed. I grant you, Golly is extremely talented. We can now get Channel five very clearly and my computer is completely free of viruses, but how is that helping us with Lucy or Zanna? Or Zookie even? When is something important going to happen?”

Liz pressed on the iron with added weight. “David, when are you going to learn? These dragons act when the universe moves them. You’ve seen what Golly does. He puts things right. In time, who knows what he’ll do? Be patient, and proud; he’s a wonderful creation. Have faith. We’ve yet to see the best of him, I think.”

At that moment the cat flap rattled and Bonnington oozed in carrying a broken black feather in his mouth. He leaped up onto the kitchen table, leaving wet and muddy paw prints over the surface. He dropped the feather by David’s hand.

“Thank you,” said the tenant. “Didn’t know you worked for Postman Pat?”

“Oh, Bonnington,” Liz chided, turning for a cloth.

David picked up the feather and twiddled the shaft. “Where’d you get this?”

A-rowww, yowled Bonnington and shook himself dry. It had been snowing since dawn and the big brown tabby was glistening with flakes.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” Liz cried, as bullets of water patterned her ironing.

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