Emily Rodda: Deltora Quest #1: The Forests of Silence

Jasmine stood, motionless, as the mist slowly disappeared. When she turned to Lief and handed the topaz back to him, her eyes were wet with tears. “What is this magic?” she hissed, almost angrily. “What is this stone, that it can show my mother to me?”

“It is said that the topaz has the power to bring the living into contact with the spirit world,” Barda said gruffly. “I did not believe it, but —”

“So, my mother is dead,” Jasmine murmured. “I thought it was so — I felt it. But still I hoped …” Her lips tightened. Then she took a deep breath, raised her chin, and looked at them squarely.

“It seems I am to go with you when you leave here,” she said. “If you will have me.” She put up her hand to the small, furry creature clinging to her shoulder. “But I could not leave Filli behind. And Kree goes everywhere I go. That would have to be understood.”

“Of course!” Lief exclaimed. Then, suddenly realizing that he was not the only one who had to agree, he glanced quickly at Barda. His heart sank when he saw that Barda was slowly shaking his head. But then Barda spoke.

“I must be growing old,” he sighed. “Or perhaps I cracked my skull when I fell. Things are moving too fast for me.” Slowly a grin spread over his face. “But not so fast that I cannot recognize a good idea when I hear one,” he added.

He put his strong hand on Lief’s shoulder and turned to Jasmine. “I did not want Lief with me when we began — I confess it,” he said cheerfully. “But if he had stayed at home, as I wished, I would by now be dead, and the quest lost. I will not make the mistake a second time. If Fate has decreed that we are to be three, so be it.”

The Belt burned around Lief’s waist. He unfastened it, laying it on the ground before him. He crouched over it and fitted the topaz into the first medallion. It slid into place and glowed there, as pure and golden as the nectar of the Lilies of Life, as warm and golden as the sun.

Jasmine stared curiously at the Belt. “There are seven medallions,” she pointed out. “Six are still empty.”

“But one is filled,” said Lief with satisfaction.

“The longest journey begins with the first step,” said Barda. “And the first step we have taken. Whatever the next may bring, we have cause to celebrate now.”

“I am going to celebrate by beginning to rid the trees of these accursed vines,” Lief said, putting his hand to his sword.

But Jasmine smiled. “There is no need,” she said. “The word has spread that The Dark is no more.”

She pointed upwards and, to his amazement, Lief saw that the vine-shrouded trees were thick with birds. He had not heard them because they were too busy to call or sing. They were gladly tearing at the vines with their beaks and claws, working furiously. And more birds were coming every moment — birds of every kind.

“The beasts are on their way,” Jasmine murmured. “The little gnawing creatures that like roots and stems. They will be here within the hour and they, too, will relish the vines. In a day or two the trees will be free.”

The three stood for a moment, watching the amazing scene above them. Already some branches were clear of vines. No longer bound and weighed down, they were stretching gladly towards the sky.

“This must have been a beautiful place, once,” Lief said softly.

“And will be again,” Jasmine murmured. “Because of you. It was fortunate that you came here.”

Barda grinned. “I must confess that for a while I doubted it,” he said. “But all has ended well. Very well.” He stretched his great arms wearily. “We should stay a day or two, I think. To rest, and eat, and watch the freeing of the trees.”

“And then?” Jasmine asked. “What then?”

“And then,” Barda said simply, “we will go on.”

Lief slowly clipped the Belt around his waist once more. His heart was very full. He felt wonder and a kind of triumph when he thought of what had just passed. He felt excitement, eagerness, and a thrill of fear at the thought of what was ahead.

But most of all he felt relief, and a deep, deep happiness.

The first gem had been found.

The quest to save Deltora had truly begun.

This book has been compiled in secret. If the work had been discovered by any authority, I, its author, would have paid with my life. Or so I believe.

The risk was worth taking. Forces are working in Deltora to suppress the facts of our past as well as those of our present. Lies are everywhere. King Alton believes that the kingdom is thriving. He thinks that if monstrous perils once existed in far-flung corners, they exist no longer.

Iknow this is false. Because I, who once wore the silken gloves and velvet tunic of a palace librarian, now scavenge for food in the gutters of Del. I now know what the common people know, and more. I could never have imagined such a future for myself. But I regret nothing.

Perhaps I would never have fled from the palace if the king’s chief advisor, Prandine, had not ordered me to burn The Deltora Annals . The threatened destruction of the Annals , that great, vivid picture of Deltora over the ages, was more than I could bear. And so it was that while pretending to obey Prandine’s order, I saved the Annals and myself.

This book contains material drawn from The Deltora Annals as well as new information I have gained in the past few years. It describes many of the dreadful, mysterious beings that haunt this land. Some of these creatures are as evil and unnatural as their master in the Shadowlands. Others are native to Deltora. All grow stronger every day. Yet the king does nothing to offer his people protection. They hate him for it. But why should he help, since he does not know the monsters exist? None of them are spoken of in the palace except as beasts of legend, dangers of the past.

Books such as this are needed to correct the lies that have become official truth. The people are too busy scraping a living to write down what they know. Writing, in fact, seems almost to have disappeared among them. I fear that lies may one day become the only “facts” available to students, unless people like me act to prevent it.

What the future holds for us, and for Deltora, I cannot say. But when my hopes dim, I take heart in remembering another thing I did before I left the palace. It concerns yet another book — The Belt of Deltora . It is simply written, but full of wisdom. From the day I first found it in the library, I believed that it was of vital importance, and that it contained the keys to Deltora’s future, as well as its past. I kept it hidden, for I knew that if Prandine saw it, it would quietly disappear. I had planned to take it with me, but at the last moment something moved me to change my mind. I hid it, instead, in a dim corner where it would only be discovered by an eager searcher.

Icling to the hope that one day Prince Endon might find it. Even Endon’s friend, young Jarred, might do so, for though Jarred has no great love of books, his wits are keen. He may remember the library if one day he is in urgent need of knowledge. I know in my heart that if Deltora has a future, it lies with these young ones. It would be my joy to know that in some small way I have helped their cause. In faith —

Josef

Writing in the city of Del in the 35th year of the reign of King Alton.