Fyre

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Nursie looked at her visitors quizzically. A few weeks back she had received a letter from Marcia explaining what had happened to Merrin and telling her that he was her son. Nursie, after all the years in the wilderness, searching for her son, had at last begun to think clearly. And the more she thought, the more she knew that she was never, ever, going to let Merrin out of her sight. She perused the Apprentices, the odd-looking man with the doughnut hat and the ghost. Taking the ghost to be the most reasonable of them all she addressed her comment to him.
“Is my Merrin really in danger?” she asked Alther.
“Unfortunately, madam, he is.”
“Why?” demanded Nursie—quite understandably, Alther thought.
“It relates to the Darke ring he used to wear, madam.”
“But he doesn’t have it anymore. Look. Show them, Merrin.”
Merrin meekly held up his bandaged hand.
“Indeed, madam. But the two Darke Wizards who were in the ring have escaped. This puts your son in great danger. Which is why we wish to take him to the Wizard Tower for his own protection.”
Nursie was suspicious. “Why do you care about him all of a sudden? You never did before.”
“It is to do with the ring, madam,” said Alther, who tried to never tell a lie.
Nursie narrowed her eyes and looked at Alther. “If you wasn’t such a nice, honest-looking gentleman, I’d say you was thinking of using my Merrin as bait,” she said.
“Bait!” gasped Alther.
“To get the ring back.”
“Oh. Goodness me!”
“Near the mark, am I?” asked Nursie.
“No, no!” Alther rapidly abandoned his principles for the greater good. “We would not dream of doing such a thing. Oh, dear me, no.”
“And he’ll be safe in the Castle?”
“As safe as we can make him, madam.”
“Very well. On one condition,” said Nursie.
“Yes, madam. And what would that be?”
“I will take him myself. I am not letting my Merrin out of my sight ever again.”
Alther knew when to give in. Short of abducting Merrin by force—and with Nursie present he didn’t give much for their chances—it was the best they were going get.
“Very well, madam. I beg the honor of escorting you.”
“To make sure we don’t escape?” asked Nursie.
“No, madam, not at all. To try to protect you from the Darke Wizards.” And this time, Alther did indeed speak the truth.
They were just in time to catch the late Barge to the Castle. Merrin and Nursie joined the Barge’s only passengers—two excitable women who were planning to join a Magyk tour of the Castle the following morning. They took their seats under cover and wrapped themselves in the rough barge blankets provided for nighttime journeys. Alther hovered above the barge, watching for any signs of trouble. But despite the wind and the spattering of rain that was beginning to fall, all was quiet. It seemed as though the whole Port had gone early to bed.
Septimus, Simon and Jim Knee watched the barge edge away from the Quay and head out into the choppy waters of the river. They saw the wind catch its huge white sail and send it plowing rapidly through the spray. Very soon it was gone into the night, heading upriver to the Castle.
“It won’t take them long with this wind,” said Simon. “It will blow them straight there.”
Septimus and Simon headed away from the Barge Quay into the maze of alleyways that would take them back to the harbor front, where they could safely do their Transports back to the Castle. Jim Knee followed, debating with himself whether he might request being an owl for the return journey. He was so hungry that the idea of fresh mouse was quite appealing. And then he thought about mousetail and changed his mind.
Septimus was pleased with the way things had gone. “Bait dispatched,” he said. “Now all we have to do is wait for Edmund and Ernold to turn up for it.”
But seeing Merrin shivering in the barge, setting off into the night—and who knew what danger—had made Simon thoughtful. “Poor Merrin,” he said.
Septimus was not in the mood to feel sorry for Merrin. “None of this would have happened if he hadn’t taken the ring in the first place.”
“True,” agreed Simon. “But then, you could say the same about many things. None of it would have happened if DomDaniel hadn’t kidnapped him instead of you. Maybe you should be thankful to Merrin for taking your place.”
Septimus fell into kid-brother mode. “I wouldn’t have been such a little tick as him, even if it had been me,” he retorted.