Page 69 of The Guardians of Dreamdark
By the time the crowd of white-frocked lasses thundered into the room for class, all they glimpsed were the shadows of a falcon and a small brown bird darting out the open window, dragging a squealing rodent through the air behind them.
“Hoy! There’s the lad in his skin!” Magpie heard Swig’s voice. “Jacksmoke, Ming, there’s the imp!”
Still in their disguises, Magpie and Talon flew up to the roof of the school as Swig and Mingus came sweeping toward them,cawing out the squawk that would alert the others to come. “Ye seen Mags, lad?” demanded Swig. He gave the little brown bird a curious look as it deposited the imp on the broad stone ledge of the roof, and just then it shivered and turned into Magpie.
Swig and Mingus gasped.
A hint of dizziness came over Magpie, and she teetered slightly on the edge of the roof before Talon reached out fast and grabbed her wrist. “Steady!” he said.
“Eh, Mags, y’all right, pet?” the birds fussed, but their voices were cut off by the noisy arrival of Pup and Pigeon, followed shortly by Calypso and Bertram.
“Ye don’t go off without telling us, ye hear?”
“Gave us a fright!”
“No more disappearing!”
Magpie let them carry on for a moment, but when their scolds showed no sign of slowing, she cut in loudly, “Ach, birds! Stop spathering! We found the imp, neh? And I found out what the Blackbringer was after.”
“Eh, what?”
“A pomegranate!”
“For true?” They all cast skeptical glances at Batch. Pigeon asked, “Ye sure he en’t lying?”
“I don’t know,” said Magpie. “You lying, imp?”
But Batch wasn’t paying attention. He was watching with a queer gleam in his eye as Talon folded up his falcon skin and put it in his pocket.
“Where’d that bird come from before, Mags?” Mingus asked.
“You mean this bird?” she said dramatically, conjuring the glamour and stepping into it. All the birds exclaimed and puffed up their feathers.
“How’d ye do that?” demanded Pup.
Magpie told them about Strag, and they made her show them the bird again and again, and though she was smiling and laughing, the dizziness suddenly overcame her once more. This time it was Calypso who steadied her.
“What’s that, ’Pie?” he demanded.
“Nothing.” She tried to shake it off. “Look, it’s time we get down the well, neh? I’m keen to know what this pomegranate is all about.”
Calypso was studying her closely. “Ye’re in no shape for it, little missy. Look at ye, swaying on yer feet. Sure ye’re not fit to match wits with the Djinn King! Ye need to rest, pet, like I been saying.”
“There’s no time for that, Calypso!” she protested, but even she could hear the feebleness in her voice as she said it. Her arms and legs felt leaden and slow, and her eyelids heavy. Stubbornly she claimed, “You don’t just sleep at times like this. Anywhich, it’s nightfall, and the Blackbringer will be going on the hunt anytime now.”
“And what do ye think ye’ll do if ye see him? Fight him, in this state? That’d serve the world poorly, I ken, getting yerself killed!”
“I’ll be fine!”
“I’m sure ye will be, after some food and some sleep.”
Magpie tried to argue, but Calypso just looked back at her through eyes narrowed to slits, and she knew this was one she wouldn’t win, because she knew he was right. She wasn’t fit to meet either the Djinn or the Blackbringer right now. But she did hate to lose an argument, so she kept on, hands on hips. “What if the Blackbringer goes back for the Magruwen tonight, eh? And we just sleep through it?”
“Is that the well?” Talon asked, pointing across the school gardens that lay blue in the twilight below.
“Aye, that’s it.”
“Can’t we just keep a lookout while you rest?”
