Emily Rodda - The Silver Door

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Emily Rodda Table of Contents Cover Title Page 1 Midsummer Day 2 The - фото 1 Emily Rodda

Table of Contents Cover Title Page 1 Midsummer Day 2 The Fifth Power 3 A - фото 2

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

1. Midsummer Day

2. The Fifth Power

3. A Friend in High Places

4. The Tower

5. The Dream

6. The Doors

7. The Pyramid

8. Discoveries

9. Following the Bird

10. Bones

11. The Mounds

12. Four-Eyes

13. The Den

14. The Stowaways

15. On the Road

16. Bird, Bean, Chub and Itch

17. The Diggings

18. Slave-hunter

19. The Harbour

20. The Cell

21. Plans

22. The Dispatch Area

23. Trapped

24. The Testing Hall

25. The Rope

26. The Attack

ALSO BY EMILY RODDA

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1 - Midsummer Day

The sorcerer Olt was dead. The island of Dorne was free of his tyranny at last. As the sun rose on Midsummer Day, Oltan city seethed with rejoicing people. Olt’s red banners lay trampled in the narrow streets. The dread stone fortress that for so long had glared over Oltan bay and out to the Sea of Serpents was a smoking ruin.

Olt had boasted that he would live forever, but Midsummer Eve had proved him wrong. Now, wild with relief and joy, most people were giving little thought to his other great boast—that his power threw a charmed circle around Dorne, protecting it from invasion by the Lord of Shadows in the west.

And Rye, the boy who had ended the tyrant’s reign of terror, was not thinking of Olt at all. Invisible beneath a magic hood that concealed him and everyone he touched, Rye was slipping quietly out of the smoke-filled city. The three he had saved from a terrible death—his friend Sonia, his brother Dirk, and Dirk’s sweetheart, Faene of Fleet—were by his side. His mind was fixed on home.

As the sun climbed higher, and the hours passed, some drinkers in the packed taverns of Oltan began to wonder why Olt’s conqueror had not yet appeared among them to claim their thanks. Others thought they knew, and over brimming tankards loudly shared their views with anyone who would listen.

The hero of Midsummer Eve, these wise ones said, was on his way back to the east coast of Dorne, to report the success of his mission. The east was wild and barren but there, it was rumoured, Olt’s exiled younger brother had established a stronghold seven years before. If a boy with blazing red hair and magic at his command had not come from the exiles’ camp, where had he come from?

So the wise ones said—with perfect confidence, too. They would have been astounded to learn that Rye and his companions were in fact moving swiftly towards Dorne’s centre, sped by a charmed ring, their goal an ancient, walled city deep within the forbidden Fell Zone. The people of Oltan had never heard of Weld. They did not dream that any such place existed. As far as they knew, the dark forest at Dorne’s heart sheltered only monstrous beasts and the strange, magic beings called Fellan who were best left well alone.

Only the four who had fled the city at first light could have told them differently, and it was far too late for that. By late morning, Rye, Sonia, Dirk and Faene were already halfway to the Fell Zone, and entering the deserted town of Fleet.

Rye, Dirk and Sonia were anxious to reach the Fell Zone well before nightfall, but they had broken their journey for Faene’s sake. Faene knew that her people had fled Dorne. She knew that her town had been abandoned. Still, she could not pass it without a glance. She wanted to visit her parents’ grave. She wanted to say goodbye.

Fleet was a sad place now. A message of farewell had been scrawled on the sign that had once welcomed visitors. The horse fields were deserted. The graceful houses with their tall chimneys were closed and shuttered. The Fleet clinks, the little creatures whose ancestors had long ago hollowed out mighty rocks to make those chimneys, chattered in empty fireplaces, wondering where the people, and the people’s tasty food scraps, had gone.

The courtyard garden in the Fleet guest house looked as peaceful as when Rye had first seen it. The bell tree in the centre stretched its branches over Faene as she knelt by the long, flat stone that marked her parents’ resting place.

As Rye gazed at the tree, pictures of home crowded his mind. His mother tending her beehives. His brother Dirk, home from work on the Wall, shouting a greeting as he swung through the garden gate. His other brother, Sholto, in the house, bent over his books after a long day helping Tallus the healer. Himself, the youngest, yawning over schoolwork in the shade of the bell tree that all his life had marked the passing of the seasons with its blossom, new leaves, golden fruit, brown, bare branches …

That tree was gone—destroyed by the ravenous winged beasts called skimmers that flew over the Wall of Weld every night in summer, to hunt warm flesh.

Rye touched the sturdy stick he carried in his belt. It was all that remained of his family’s bell tree—all that remained of his old life.

His eyes stung. Looking hastily away from the tree, he caught a glimpse of the kneeling Faene and blinked back his tears. What was he thinking of, giving way to self-pity when Faene had lost so much?

There was no point in mourning his old, safe Weld life. Like the family bell tree, that life was gone—and gone for good, unless the skimmer attacks could be stopped.

For seven long summers, Weld had been a place of fear. Thousands of people and animals had died. Homes and crops had been destroyed. And the Warden had been exposed as the timid, stubborn leader he was. Only after there had been riots had he acted, challenging Weld’s heroes to go beyond the Wall and seek the Enemy who was sending the skimmers.

Hundreds of brave volunteers had answered the Warden’s call and left the city. None had returned. All had been declared dead—including Dirk and Sholto.

But I found Dirk, Rye thought, glancing at his brother, whose eyes were fixed on Faene. Now Dirk, Sonia and I will find Sholto. And this time we will find the source of the skimmers as well.

He pushed away the doubts that had begun to shadow his mind whenever he thought of Sholto. Since leaving Weld he had not dreamed of Sholto once. And it had been his vivid dreams of both his brothers that had convinced him they were alive, somewhere outside the Wall.

Sholto still lives, Rye told himself fiercely. Sholto is clever, and as agile as Dirk is strong. It means nothing that I have not dreamed of him lately. My mind has been full of other things. So much has happened …

He raised his hand to the little brown bag hanging by its faded cord around his neck.

We were given this in trust for you , the Fellan Edelle had said, when she showed him the bag. It contains nine powers to aid you in your quest .

Rye knew the Fellan had mistaken him for someone else, but by now he felt no more than a tiny twinge of guilt for accepting the powers. Without them he would never have been able to save Dirk, Sonia and Faene. Fingering the bag, feeling the familiar tingling of the magic inside it, he thought about the powers he had discovered so far.

The crystal that gave light and also allowed him to see through solid objects. The horsehair ring for speed. The hood that made him invisible. The sea serpent scale that allowed him to swim in the roughest water …

Great powers, all of them—and only Rye could use them, though he could share them with anyone who touched him.

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