The Music of Zombies by Vivian French

Author:Vivian French [French, Vivian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-7636-6377-3
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Published: 2012-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Following Marley and the wheelbarrow without being seen had not been easy. Gracie, aware that the shadow might well sense her presence if she came too close, was forced to keep her distance; she was very glad to have Auntie Vera flying above and reporting progress.

“They’ve gotten stuck in the mud . . . No, he’s managed to pull the wheelbarrow out again. Oh, my word! The language! Close your ears, dearie. Not the sort of thing a nice young girl should hear, and you a Trueheart too . . . There they go again. Now they’re out of the palace grounds . . . Well, I never! Why are they going that way? Oh, I see. Not so easy to see them now that they’re under the trees . . . but here they come again. Ooh! There’s a big bump! That tubby young prince nearly fell out of the wheelbarrow. Goodness me . . . dearie, I don’t like to interfere, but there’s a very nasty-looking shadow slithering around the Bagsmith person . . . makes my fur stand up on end, it does . . . and looking at the Bagsmith, I’d say he’s as scared as anyone can be. Positively green, he’s so frightened . . . Whoops! They’re off the path and into the bushes . . . There’s someone coming, but he hasn’t seen them . . . and now they’re back on the path. Ooh . . . the wheel’s gotten stuck . . . No! It’s free again. And here they come to the crossroads . . . If you ask me, dearie, they’re heading for Howling Mere . . . Is he going to dump the prince in the water, do you think? Sink like a stone, he would. Well — here’s a thing . . . that horrid shadow has slipped ahead of the wheelbarrow . . . Whoops! Off it goes . . . Do you want me to follow the shadow, dearie? The Bagsmith won’t know. He’d not notice a herd of elephants treading on his heels by the look of him.”

Gracie looked up at Auntie Vera. “Do you think you could?” she asked. “Maybe the shadow’s going to meet someone. It must have an owner somewhere, mustn’t it? I mean, you can’t have a shadow on its own, although we must be very near the border of the Five Kingdoms, and weird things do happen on the other side.”

“I’m sure you’re right, dearie,” Auntie Vera said. “Oh! The Bagsmith’s definitely trundling along the path that goes to the Howling Arms. I’ll pop down there and see what’s going on. You’ll need to be careful there, dearie . . . It’s not a nice place at all.”

Gracie watched Auntie Vera disappear into the distance, then began to tiptoe toward Marley Bagsmith. She could hear him muttering and grumbling as he pushed the wheelbarrow over the rain-soaked ground, and by weaving her way in between the trees and bushes, she managed to get a look at Prince Albion.

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