Fyre

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Eject? mouthed Septimus to Simon.
Simon nodded and made the sign of two crossed index fingers for the Darke.
Septimus gave him the thumbs-up. If ever there was a time to use the Darke it was now.
“Tceje!”
Nothing happened. Shamandrigger Saarn and Dramindonnor Naarn swung around and pointed the Volatile Wands at them instead of at Jenna, who was still speaking.
“Not working. Need their Darke names,” hissed Simon.
Thinking of his own Darke name, Sum, Septimus took a gamble. “Tceje!” he yelled. “Tceje, Reg and Ron!”
“No!” shouted Jenna as—as if on castors—the Darke Wizards shot away from her, exiting backward like all respectful courtiers had done in the past—but at ten times the speed.
At last Jim Knee sprang into action. He opened the door in the paneling, bowed politely as the Wizards shot through it and then slammed it shut. Beaming, the jinnee leaned against it, looking as triumphant as if he himself had Ejected the Wizards.
“Good one, Sep!” said Simon.
“Yeah.” Septimus grinned.
But Jenna did not agree. “You dumbos!” she said.
“What?” Septimus and Simon said in amazement.
“What did you do that for?” Jenna demanded.
“Just trying to save your life, Jen. That’s all,” said Septimus, looking at Jenna as though she had gone crazy. “Is that a problem?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean . . . oh, Sep, you dillop. I had just remembered all the words. For the Committal. But you and Simon just helped them escape.”
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Jim Knee was shocked. He’d come very close to jinnee suicide, which is what a jinnee is considered to have committed if he allows his Master to be murdered in his presence. Not only is this fairly disastrous for the Master, it is also pretty bad for the jinnee: he is evaporated on the spot into a convenient receptacle, which more often than not ends up in the hands of the murderer. There is an old jinnee saying, “Murderers do not good Masters make,” which is true. However, Jim Knee was not about to impart this information to his Master. It was desirable that his shock appeared to be due to the narrow escape his Master had had.
But no one noticed Jim Knee’s shock—everyone in the room was in a similar state. They gathered around the little door in the paneling where the Wizards had so recently been Ejected.
“What I don’t understand is how they got into the cupboard in the first place,” Nicko was saying. “And when? Me and Jen were here on our own for ages and they could easily have got us then.” He shuddered at the thought. “So why wait until we were all here?”
“It is not a cupboard,” said Simon. “It’s some kind of old tunnel. You can smell it. We wouldn’t have Ejected them into a cupboard, Nik.”
“It is Smugglers’ Bolt.” Jim Knee’s voice gave everyone a surprise. The jinnee had been unusually quiet since he had arrived at the Port Palace.
“Smugglers’ Bolt?” asked Jenna. “What’s that?”
“I thought you knew, since it’s your Palace,” said Jim Knee. “It’s a tunnel to the Castle.”
“All the way to the Castle? All the way from here?”
“Indeed. A foul and fetid way, used only by those desperate to escape the law of the Port.”
“Or the Castle,” said Septimus.
“Quite so, Master.”
“But how do you know?” Jenna asked Jim Knee.
Jim Knee was silent. Like all jinn, he was uncomfortable speaking about previous lives.
“Answer the question, Jim Knee,” his Master told him a trifle impatiently. “How do you know?”
“I’ve been here before,” Jim Knee said. “I was once the Royal cook.”
“So you’ve been down the tunnel?”
“Er, no.” A terrifying memory flashed through Jim Knee’s mind: a midnight raid. Screams. Pistols firing. Axes hacking at the doors. And—as poor, unloved Tallula Crum—watching everyone escape down the tiny steps, knowing that there was no way she would ever be able to fit. Knowing that this was the end of another life.
“Then how do you know for sure that it goes to the Castle?” asked Jenna.
“I know it does. It was used a lot when I was cook. Precious things were taken through it for safety. The Port was wild in those days.”
“No change there, then,” muttered Nicko.
They all stared at the door, longing to open it and see what lay beyond, and yet not daring. “I think we should check to see if they’re really gone,” said Jenna.