Liz Kessler by Emily Windsnap;the Castle in the Mist

Author:Emily Windsnap;the Castle in the Mist
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

“All right, that settles it,” Millie said, blowing on a cup of tea. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. If Neptune can send Mr. Beeston here from nowhere, who knows what might happen if you went out there?” She cocked her head to point out at the endless ocean. “You could be kidnapped and taken away forever.” She shuddered. Then she reached out to pat my knee. “You’re my responsibility now, dear,” she said gently, “and I’m going to take care of you.”

True to her word, she didn’t leave us alone after that. Which meant that Shona and I didn’t get another chance to try to swim to the castle, or even talk about it.

The day passed in a blur of Earl Grey, beans on toast, and several games of canasta. I moved along through it as though I were walking through fog. And in a way I was. The mist all around us seemed to have totally clouded my thoughts. Or perhaps it had more to do with the fact that the whole world as I knew it was collapsing around me. The sadness Mr. Beeston had left me with felt like a physical weight dragging me down.

The night wasn’t much better. It was filled with dreams about my parents and about the castle. In one, I was swimming toward it as hard as I could. Mom and Dad were waiting for me there, but it kept getting farther and farther away. With every stroke, it became more distant, but it was calling me, willing me to find a way to get there. All around me, voices were urging me on. Then the ring on my finger turned into a knife and cut through the sea so that I could walk there — but I had no feet. My tail flapped lifelessly on the ground for a moment, till the ring shone a beam that lifted me and carried me toward the castle. I almost reached it — it was inches away. And then I woke up.

Panting and sweating, I got up and looked out through my porthole. Directly ahead of me, the castle loomed just as it had in my dream, the mist flowing around its middle like a skirt. Its windows were black, and closed like sleeping eyes. But as I stared, they seemed to brighten, shining at me, just at me. Blinking and glinting, it was as though they were spelling something out in a code I had yet to crack. I knew one thing for certain, though. I had to get to the castle.

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