Fyre

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Beetle’s jaw dropped. “Main exit? In the Manuscriptorium?”
“Where else would it be?” snapped Julius.
“I—in the backyard of Number Sixty-Seven,” stammered Beetle.
“Does an old privy hut look like a main exit to you?” asked the ghost scathingly.
“No . . . but . . . oh, sheesh. Where is it? Where in the Manuscriptorium, I mean?”
Shocked, Julius Pike realized that no one knew about the main exit. “There’s a trapdoor at the back of the Vaults,” he said.
“Where?” asked Beetle.
“I will show you,” said Julius. “There is no time to lose.”
37
EXITS
A flustered Foxy peered through the Manuscriptorium door—the LockDown was really spooking him.
Password? he mouthed at Beetle. Beetle spoke into the hidden speaking tube beside the door and the password whispered through the Front Office. Trembling, Foxy UnLocked the door and let his Chief in, along with a very disheveled Princess and an unfamiliar ExtraOrdinary Wizard ghost.
“Hi, Foxy,” said Jenna. And then, “Marissa. What are you doing here?”
Marissa shrugged. “Oh, you know. Stuff. Like waiting for Beetle.” She giggled. “Hello, Beetle.”
Jenna was pleased to see that Beetle did not look particularly thrilled to see Marissa.
“Hello, Marissa. Hey, Foxy, is everything okay?” Beetle asked anxiously.
Foxy didn’t think anything was okay at all, but he knew what his boss meant. “Um, yeah.”
“We missed an entrance,” said Beetle, striding past Marissa. “We have to find it right now.”
“But we Locked all the entrances that were in the book, honest,” said Foxy.
“It wasn’t in the book,” said Beetle. “I didn’t know about this one when I wrote the protocol.”
“Oops-ee,” said Marissa.
Beetle stopped at the door that led from the Front Office into the Manuscriptorium. “Okay, Jenna?” he said. “We better get straight down there.”
“Hey, can I come?” said Marissa.
“No,” said Beetle as he and Jenna hurried into the Manuscriptorium.
“Oh, after you,” said Foxy as Marissa pushed by him and barged after Beetle.
Beetle set off between the rows of tall desks, trailing Jenna, Marissa, Foxy and the increasingly anxious ghost of Julius Pike.
“Princess, Chief Scribe,” said the ghost. “You are putting yourselves in great danger. We must wait for the ExtraOrdinary.”
“I could go with Beetle instead,” said Marissa. “Then Jenna could go home. I could easily do the whatever-it-is. Couldn’t I, Beetle?”
“No,” Beetle and Jenna said together.
To everyone’s surprise, the agitated ghost suddenly took a turn to the right and began to Pass Through a row of desks. In Julius’s day the desks had been arranged differently and he was forced to tread the old aisles. “Princess,” he called as he veered rapidly away from them, “you must wait!”
Beetle, Jenna and Marissa reached the concealed door in the bookcase at the back of the Manuscriptorium and the ghost emerged spluttering from a nearby desk.
“Princess, hear me, I beg you. They gain strength with every second,” said Julius. “Septimus told me you survived one encounter—which was very fortunate—but do not assume you will survive another. This time they are unlikely to just stand there and politely listen to you.”
Beetle hesitated. He hadn’t thought of that. He looked at Jenna. “Perhaps we should wait for Marcia.”
“No!” said Jenna. “This is our only chance. If we hurry we can be waiting for them when they come out of the Bolt and we can surprise them. Anyway, I’ve got a Protection Charm.” Jenna opened her hand to show a small Shield Charm that Marcia had given her a while back. She smiled. “It’s worked so far.”
Julius Pike snorted derisively. “A speck of ice in a furnace.”
Jenna put on what she now thought of as her Queen voice. “Julius, I refuse to discuss this any more. It is my duty to do whatever I can to protect the Castle. Beetle; let’s go.”
“Yep. Foxo, go to the Front Office. Septimus went to fetch Marcia. When they arrive bring them down to the Vaults. Fast!”
“Okay, Chief.”
Marissa watched the concealed door in the bookshelves close with a quiet click behind Beetle, Jenna and the ghost. Grumpily, she followed Foxy back to the Front Office, plonked herself down in the big chair by the desk and began doodling rude words in the Day Book. Marissa was very annoyed. She had spent the most boring night ever with a load of geeks, only for Beetle to snub her. She hoped Jenna’s stupid Protection Charm was rubbish. It would serve her right.