Читать книгу Legend of the Three Moons - Patricia Bernard - Страница 8

They were deep into Snake Tree woods when night fell. A whistling wind blew up making the snake-patterned trees sway, so that their sharp-tipped leaves made strange hissing sounds.

Suddenly a tree dipped so low that its branches brushed Lem's shoulder, stinging his neck. He swung around and saw a thin sapling fall between him and Lyla.

She jumped over it but the sapling rose up like snake, encircled her ankles and tripped her over. Celeste sliced at the tree with her sword. So this was why Bethy Bee had warned them not to travel through Snake Tree Woods at night. Celeste wished the woman had been more descriptive.

Celeste turned this way and that, hacking with her sword, as a third, fourth and fifth tree toppled and turned all snakey and slithered towards them.

`They're not trees at all!' gasped Lyla, as a branch snaked out, caught hold of her hair and lifted her off her feet. `They are snakes. Talk to them, Lem! Tell them we aren't their enemies.'

Lem cut the snaking branch in half and Lyla dropped to the ground. `I've tried. But they aren't real snakes!' he yelled.

`They aren't trees either,' Chad shouted, chopping at a snake that was winding itself around his legs. `So we can't talk to them either!'

Whack! Celeste's sword sliced at a branch twice the width of her arm. It turned on her in a flash and its hissing tongue struck her bag. She jumped aside, stabbed one of its glittering black eyes, and then the other as it half-blindly turned to attack Swift.

`Run,' yelled Lyla, `The bigger ones are falling now and we can't fight them.'

But running was impossible. They had to dodge or leap over the snakes that used their tails to trip or ensnare them, while slashing at the heads to avoid being stung or bitten. And all the while, more trees fell to the ground writhing to life as hissing, spitting snakes always slithering towards them.

They were soon totally surrounded and escape looked impossible until the blast of a hunting horn and the distant sound of galloping hooves created a stillness around them. Then all the snakes that weren't wounded morphed back into trees, leaving the rest to writhe.

`Hide,' yelled Lem.

With nowhere to hide but amongst the trees they'd just been fighting, the children bobbed down behind three of the largest trunks and peered carefully out.

Galloping towards them was a party of tall, red-haired Huntsmen, each one holding aloft a lantern that made their hair, moustaches and beards glow like flames. Each also carried a metal-tipped spear, aimed and ready to let loose.

The lantern light revealed that many of them wore eye-patches, and all had tattooed arms and large brass discs fitted into their earlobes.

Their chestnut horses looked equally as fierce and equally bizarre, with strings of knucklebones draped across their foreheads, rings piercing their nostrils, and their manes and tails dyed red. Neighing loudly the great animals showed no fear as they stomped on the writhing snakes.

`There is someone hunting for us,' shouted a giant of a man with frizzy red hair and bulging muscles. `Keep your eyes open. They may be worth more than the snakes.'

The children watched the Huntsmen kill the snakes that they had wounded, and tie the dismembered bodies across the rumps of their packhorses. Then they set to cutting more snake trees down. As their axes bit into the diamond-patterned bark the trees screamed in pain and fell to the ground where they were beheaded before they could wriggle away. When the packhorses were fully loaded, the lead Huntsman blew his horn and the rest flung their legs over their horses backs and rode off.

The children jogged after them, at a safe distance, while behind them the snake trees that had been spared by the Huntsmen began to fall onto the track and try to wriggle after them.

After running further than they'd ever run before, the children arrived panting and limping - especially Swift with his sore foot - at a crossing where three roads and a cliff track were marked by four signposts.

The sign to the right said, To Mizzen Bee; the one to the left said, To Mussel Cove; the cliff track sign said, To Wartstoe Village. And the one pointing where they'd come from said, To Royal Woods. High up on the Wartstoe Village track they could see a string of lanterns bobbing along.

`We'll let them get to the top of the cliff before we follow,' whispered Lyla.

`What if the snakes attack?' argued Lem.

Looking back to where Snake Tree Woods ended and seeing no snakes in sight, Lyla raised her eyebrows at her brother. `I don't think they can leave the woods.'

By the time they reached the top of the cliff the Huntsmen's lanterns were gone and all they could see was a pitch-black plateau dotted with red campfires.

They circled the first campfire and discovered why it was built so close to the Wartstoe Village track. The plateau was covered in prickly grass that crackled loudly underfoot, letting everyone within hearing distance know that someone was coming.

There were also sharp stones that cut through their boots; waist-high walls of snake bones, that fell with a clatter; deep groundhog burrows and deeper cracks that could swallow even a big Huntsman who wasn't being careful.

`Swift will feel the way with my spear,' whispered Lyla. `We'll tie him to us so if he slips we can heave him up.'

With Lyla's spear held out in front Swift felt every step before taking it. Sometimes he teetered on the brink of a hole and had to be pulled back. Sometimes his spear felt nothing and he took another direction. It was slow going but finally they passed the Huntsmen's camp and returned to the safety of the track.

The golden-rimmed moon had risen by the time they reached the next campfire. Lem crept towards it to ask the Huntsmen's dogs not to bark as they passed by. When he returned he told the others that it was a bandit camp and that he'd seen three men tied to stakes in the centre of a ring of tents.

`The dogs said if we don't want to be taken prisoner and be thrown off a cliff then we have to keep going.'

`But what if the prisoners are the potato farmers?' argued Celeste.

Lyla agreed. `Celeste is right. If they are the farmers then we can't leave them there.'

`And what if they're three other skin-us-alive bandits caught by these skin-us-alive bandits,' whispered Swift.

Celeste handed her bag and Splash to him. `One way to find out. I'll creep up and if they're the farmers I'll cut them free and if they're not, I won't. Meanwhile you continue on to Wartstoe Village so that if I have to make a run for it we'll all be running in the same direction.'

Celeste held her breath as she crept through the ring of tents to where the men were tied to three stakes surrounded by firewood. The closest man was the farmer who'd argued with Abel Penny. She cut his and the second man's ropes without waking them. But the third, whose head was bleeding, was awake. He stared at her as if he was seeing a ghost. Putting her finger to her lips, she quickly cut his ropes and crept away.

Expecting to hear the shouts of angry bandits or the cries of farmers being caught again, Celeste ran to catch up with the others. They met on the track and raced towards the next campfire. They circled it and three more before they reached the point where the cliff track sloped downwards. Below them were what had once been the productive wheat fields of Wartstoe Village but were now only dry stubble.

In one field they found a burnt-out barn where they hid under a pile of mouldy hay. They were all sound asleep when a skinny rooster, not long for this world, crowed that it was morning. None of the children heard a sound.

Chad woke first, much later. He crawled out of the hay and he found they'd all slept through most of the day. He could also see that the closest cottage in Wartstoe Village was only a shout away. He shook Celeste awake and beckoned her outside. Five minutes later a tousled-headed Lyla and a shivering Lem joined them.

After complaining about how hungry and cold they were they talked over what they should do next. Lyla and Celeste weren't sure about their boy disguises, and the others were too young, so they decided that Lem would go to the village alone. They also agreed he should barter for food as well as information about Edith, and that he would pay for both with one of the jewels pried from the casket's lid.

`Leave the moment you have everything but return in a roundabout way in case someone thinks we have more jewels and tries to follow you,' instructed Lyla. `Meanwhile we'll bury the casket so that it can't be stolen.'

When Swift awoke and discovered that Lem had already set off for the village, he climbed into the barn's rafters where Chad was on watch.

Below them, Celeste and Lyla were washing their arms and faces in a barrel of water. They were worried about Lem so they talked about how brave he was, how good he was with his sword - even though he hadn't taken it - and how his gift of speaking to animals would surely help him if he met danger.

`As long as there are animals around,' added Celeste. Seeing the dismay on Lyla's face, she bit her lip and wished she'd kept her mouth shut.