"Oi! Can't a poor Boggart have no peace?" An indignant pair of black-b.u.t.ton eyes blinked reproachfully out of the mud.

"Aaah..." gasped Boy 412, struggling to the surface and grabbing hold of the Boggart.

"I bin awake all yesterday," the Boggart complained as he pulled the spluttering boy toward the edge of the mud patch. "Went all the way ter the river, sun in me eyes, rat yammering in me ear"-the Boggart pushed Boy 412 up onto the bank beside the mud patch-"an all I hope fer is a bit a sleep the next day. Don't want no visitors. Just want ter sleep. Got it? You all right, lad?"

Boy 412 nodded, still spluttering.

Marcia had knelt down and was wiping Boy 412's face with a rather fine purple silk handkerchief. The short-sighted Boggart looked taken aback.

"Oh, mornin', Yer Majesty," said the Boggart respectfully. "Didunt see you there."

"Good Morning, Boggart. I'm so sorry we disturbed you. Thank you very much for your help. We'll be off now and leave you in peace."

"Think nothin' of it. Bin a pleasure."

With that the Boggart sank to the bottom of the mud patch, leaving nothing more than a few bubbles on the surface.

Marcia and Boy 412 slowly made their way back to the cottage. Marcia decided to ignore the fact that Boy 412 was covered from head to toe in mud. There was something she wanted to ask him. She had made up her mind, and she didn't want to wait.

"I wonder," she said, "if you would consider being my Apprentice?"

Boy 412 stopped in his tracks and stared at Marcia, the whites of his eyes shining out from his mud-covered face. What What had she said? had she said?

"You would be my first one. I have never found anyone suitable before."

Boy 412 just stared at Marcia in disbelief.

"What I mean is," said Marcia, trying to explain, "that I have never found anyone with any Magykal Magykal spark before now, but you have it. I don't know why you have it or how you got it, but you do. And with your power and mine together I think we can dispel the spark before now, but you have it. I don't know why you have it or how you got it, but you do. And with your power and mine together I think we can dispel the Darke Darke, the Other Other side. Maybe forever. What do you say? Will you be my Apprentice?" side. Maybe forever. What do you say? Will you be my Apprentice?"

Boy 412 was shocked. How could he possibly possibly help Marcia, help Marcia, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard? the ExtraOrdinary Wizard? She had it all wrong. He was a fraud-it was the dragon ring that was She had it all wrong. He was a fraud-it was the dragon ring that was Magykal Magykal, not him. As much as he longed to say yes, he couldn't.

Boy 412 shook his head.

"No?" Marcia sounded shocked. "Do you mean no no?"

Boy 412 nodded slowly.

"No..." Marcia was, for once, lost for words. It had never occurred to her that Boy 412 would turn her down. No one ever turned down the chance to be Apprenticed to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard. Apart from that idiot Silas, of course.

"You do realize what you are saying?" she asked.

Boy 412 did not respond. He felt wretched. He had managed to do something wrong again.

"I am asking you to think about it," said Marcia in a more gentle voice. She had noticed how scared Boy 412 was looking. "It is an important decision for us both-and for the Castle. I hope you will change your mind."

Boy 412 didn't see how he could could change his mind. He held the change his mind. He held the Charm Charm out for Marcia to take back. It shone clean and bright in the middle of Boy 412's muddy paw. out for Marcia to take back. It shone clean and bright in the middle of Boy 412's muddy paw.

This time it was Marcia who shook her head.

"It is a token of my offer to you, and my offer is still there. Alther gave it to me when he asked me to be his Apprentice. Of course I said yes straight away, but I can see that it's different for you. You need time to think about it. I'd like you to keep the Charm Charm while you think things over." while you think things over."

Marcia decided to change the subject. "Now," she said briskly, "how good are you at catching bugs?"

Boy 412 was very good at catching bugs. He had had numerous pet bugs over the years. Stag, who was a stag beetle, Milly, a millipede, and Ernie, who was a large earwig, had been his particular favorites, but he had also kept a large black house spider with hairy legs, who went by the name of Seven-Leg Joe. Seven-Leg Joe lived in the hole in the wall above his bed. That was until Boy 412 suspected Joe of eating Ernie, and probably Ernie's entire family too. After that Joe found himself living under the bed of the Chief Cadet, who was terrified of spiders.

Marcia was very pleased at their total bug haul. Fifty-seven a.s.sorted bugs would do nicely and was about as many bugs as Boy 412 could carry.

"We'll get the Preserve Pots Preserve Pots out when we get back and have these in them in no time," said Marcia. out when we get back and have these in them in no time," said Marcia.

Boy 412 gulped. So that's what they were for: bug jam.

As he followed Marcia back to the cottage, Boy 412 hoped that the tickly feeling going up his arm was not anything with too many legs.

24.

SHIELD B BUGS.

A truly horrible smell of truly horrible smell of boiled rat and rotten fish was wafting out of the cottage as Jenna and Nicko paddled the boiled rat and rotten fish was wafting out of the cottage as Jenna and Nicko paddled the Muriel Two Muriel Two back along the Mott after a long day on the marsh and no sign at all of the Message Rat. back along the Mott after a long day on the marsh and no sign at all of the Message Rat.

"You don't think that rat got here before us and Aunt Zelda's boiling it up for supper, do you?" Nicko laughed as they tied up the canoe and wondered whether it was wise to venture indoors.

"Oh, don't don't, Nicko. I liked the Message Rat. I hope Dad sends him back soon."

Keeping their hands clamped firmly over their noses, Jenna and Nicko walked up the path to the cottage. With some trepidation, Jenna pushed open the door.

"Eurgh!"

The smell was even worse inside. Added to the powerful aromas of boiled rat and rotten fish was a definite whiff of old cat poo.

"Come in, dears. We're just cooking." Aunt Zelda's voice came from the kitchen, where, Jenna now realized, the awful smell was coming from.

If this was supper, thought Nicko, he'd rather eat his socks.

"You're just in time," said Aunt Zelda cheerily.

"Oh, great," said Nicko, wondering if Aunt Zelda had any sense of smell at all or whether countless years of boiling cabbage had killed it off.

Jenna and Nicko reluctantly approached the kitchen, wondering what kind of supper could possibly smell so bad.

To their surprise and relief, it wasn't supper. And it wasn't even Aunt Zelda doing the cooking. It was Boy 412.

Boy 412 looked very odd. He was wearing an ill-fitting multicolored knitted suit, consisting of a baggy patchwork sweater and some very droopy knitted shorts. But his red beanie hat was still crammed firmly onto his head and was steaming gently dry in the heat of the kitchen, while the rest of his clothes dried by the fire.

Aunt Zelda had at last won the battle of the bath, due only to the fact that Boy 412 was so uncomfortable when he had arrived back covered with sticky black mud from the Boggart patch that he was actually quite glad to disappear into the bath hut and soak it off. But he wouldn't let his red hat go. Aunt Zelda had lost that one. Still, she was pleased to get his clothes clean at last and thought he looked very sweet in Silas's old knitted suit, which he had worn as a boy. Boy 412 thought he looked very stupid and avoided looking at Jenna as she came in.

He concentrated hard on stirring the reeking glop, still not completely convinced that Aunt Zelda was not not making bug jam, especially as she was sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of empty jam jars in front of her. She was busy uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the lids and pa.s.sing the jars to Marcia, who sat across the table taking out making bug jam, especially as she was sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of empty jam jars in front of her. She was busy uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the lids and pa.s.sing the jars to Marcia, who sat across the table taking out Charms Charms from a very thick spell book t.i.tled: from a very thick spell book t.i.tled:

Shield Bug Preserves 500 Charms Each Guaranteed Identical and 100% Effective Ideal for the Safety-Conscious Wizard of Today

"Come and sit down," said Aunt Zelda, clearing a s.p.a.ce at the table for them. "We're making up Preserve Pots Preserve Pots. Marcia's doing the Charms Charms, and you can do the bugs if you like."

Jenna and Nicko sat down at the table, taking care to breathe only through their mouths. The smell was coming from the pan of bright green gloop that Boy 412 was slowly stirring with great concentration and care.

"Here you are. Here're the bugs." Aunt Zelda pushed a large bowl over to Jenna and Nicko. Jenna peeked in. The bowl was crawling with bugs of all possible shapes and sizes.

"Yuk." Jenna shuddered; she didn't like creepy-crawlies at all. Nicko wasn't exactly pleased either. Ever since Edd and Erik had dropped a millipede down his neck when he was little he had avoided anything that scuttled or crawled.

But Aunt Zelda took no notice. "Nonsense, they're just tiny creatures with lots of little legs. And they're much more scared of you than you are of them. Now, first Marcia will pa.s.s around the Charm Charm. We each hold the Charm Charm so that the bug will so that the bug will Imprint Imprint us and recognize us when it's released, then she'll put the us and recognize us when it's released, then she'll put the Charm Charm in a jar. You two can add a bug and pa.s.s it to, er, Boy 412. He'll top the jar with the in a jar. You two can add a bug and pa.s.s it to, er, Boy 412. He'll top the jar with the Preserve Preserve, and I'll screw the lids back on nice and tight. That way we'll get this done in no time."

And that's what they did, except Jenna ended up s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g on the jar lids after the first bug ran up her arm and was only dislodged by her jumping up and down and screaming loudly.

It was a relief when they were on the last jar. Aunt Zelda unscrewed the lid and pa.s.sed it to Marcia, who turned the page of the spell book and took out yet another small shield-shaped Charm Charm. She pa.s.sed the Charm Charm around so that each of them held it for a moment, then dropped it into the jam jar and pa.s.sed the jar to Nicko. Nicko wasn't looking forward to this one. At the bottom of the bowl lurked the last bug, a large red millipede, just like the one that had gone down the back of his neck all those years ago. It was running frantically around and around the bowl looking for somewhere to hide. If it hadn't made Nicko shudder quite so much, he might have felt sorry for it, but all Nicko could think was that he had to around so that each of them held it for a moment, then dropped it into the jam jar and pa.s.sed the jar to Nicko. Nicko wasn't looking forward to this one. At the bottom of the bowl lurked the last bug, a large red millipede, just like the one that had gone down the back of his neck all those years ago. It was running frantically around and around the bowl looking for somewhere to hide. If it hadn't made Nicko shudder quite so much, he might have felt sorry for it, but all Nicko could think was that he had to pick it up pick it up. Marcia was waiting with the Charm Charm already in the jar. Boy 412 was poised with the last disgusting ladleful of already in the jar. Boy 412 was poised with the last disgusting ladleful of Preserve Preserve gloop, and everyone was gloop, and everyone was waiting waiting.

Nicko took a deep breath, closed his eyes and plunged his hand into the bowl. The millipede saw him coming and ran to the opposite side. Nicko felt around the bowl, but the millipede was too quick for him. It scuttled this way and that, until it spotted the shelter of Nicko's dangling sleeve and ran for it.

"You've got it!" said Marcia. "It's on your sleeve. Quick, in the jar." Not daring to look, Nicko frantically shook his sleeve over the jar and knocked it over. The Charm Charm skittered across the table, fell onto the floor and skittered across the table, fell onto the floor and Disappeared Disappeared.

"Bother," said Marcia. "These are a bit unstable." She fished out another Charm Charm and quickly dropped it into the jar, forgetting to and quickly dropped it into the jar, forgetting to Imprint Imprint it. it.

"Hurry up, do," said Marcia irritably. "The Preserve Preserve is wearing off fast. Come is wearing off fast. Come on on."

She reached over and deftly flicked the millipede off Nicko's sleeve, straight into the jar. It was quickly covered in sticky green Preserve Preserve by Boy 412. Jenna screwed the lid on tight, plonked the jar down on the table with a flourish, and everyone watched the last by Boy 412. Jenna screwed the lid on tight, plonked the jar down on the table with a flourish, and everyone watched the last Preserve Pot Preserve Pot transform. transform.

The millipede lay in the Preserve Pot Preserve Pot in a state of shock. It had been asleep under its favorite rock when Something Huge with a Red Head had picked up the rock and lifted it into s.p.a.ce. The worst was yet to come: the millipede, who was a solitary creature, had been thrown into a pile of noisy, dirty and downright in a state of shock. It had been asleep under its favorite rock when Something Huge with a Red Head had picked up the rock and lifted it into s.p.a.ce. The worst was yet to come: the millipede, who was a solitary creature, had been thrown into a pile of noisy, dirty and downright rude rude bugs who jostled it and pushed it and even tried to bugs who jostled it and pushed it and even tried to bite its legs bite its legs. The millipede didn't like anything messing with its legs. It had a lot of legs, and each one needed to be kept in perfect working order; otherwise the millipede was in trouble. One dodgy leg and that was it-a bug could be forever running around in circles. So the millipede had headed for the bottom of the pile of low-life bugs and sulked, until it suddenly realized that all the bugs had gone and there was nowhere to hide was nowhere to hide. Every millipede knew that nowhere to hide nowhere to hide meant the end of the world, and now the millipede knew that that was indeed true because sure enough, here it was, floating in a thick green goo and something meant the end of the world, and now the millipede knew that that was indeed true because sure enough, here it was, floating in a thick green goo and something terrible terrible was happening to it. One by one it was was happening to it. One by one it was losing its legs losing its legs.

Not only that, but now its long, sleek body was getting shorter and fatter, and the millipede was now shaped like a stubby triangle with a little pointy head. On its back it had a stout pair of armored green wings, and its front was covered in heavy green scales. And if that wasn't bad enough, the millipede now had only four legs only four legs. Four thick green legs. If you could call them legs. They certainly weren't what it would call legs. There were two at the top and two at the bottom. The top two legs were shorter than the two bottom legs. They had five pointy things on the ends of each of them, which the millipede could move about, and one of the top legs was holding a small sharp metal stick. The bottom two legs had big flat green things on the ends of them, and each one of those had five more little pointy green things on it. It was a complete disaster. How could anything live with only four fat legs ending in pointy bits? What kind of creature was that that?

That kind of creature, although the millipede didn't know it, was a Shield Bug.

The ex-millipede, now a completed Shield Bug, lay suspended in the thick green Preserve Preserve. The bug moved slowly, as if testing out its new shape. It wore a surprised expression as it stared out at the world through its green haze, waiting for the moment when it would be released.

"The perfect Shield Bug," said Marcia proudly, holding up the jam jar to the light and admiring the ex-millipede. "That's the best one we've done. Well done, everyone."

Soon, the fifty-seven jam jars were lined up along the windowsills, guarding the cottage. They were an eerie sight, their bright green occupants dreamily floating in the green goo, sleeping the time away until someone unscrewed the lids of their jars and released them. When Jenna asked Marcia what happened when you unscrewed the lid, Marcia told her that the Shield Bug would leap out and defend you until its last breath, or until you managed to catch it and put it back in the jar, which did not usually happen. A released Shield Bug had no intention of getting back into any jar ever again.

While Aunt Zelda and Marcia cleared up the pots and pans, Jenna sat by the door, listening to the clatter from the kitchen. As the twilight fell, she watched the fifty-seven little pools of green light reflected onto the pale stone floor, and saw in each one a small shadow slowly moving, waiting for its moment of freedom to arrive.

25.

THE W WENDRON W WITCH.

By midnight everyone in the cottage was asleep except Marcia. The east wind had blown in again, this time bringing snow with it. All along the windowsills the was asleep except Marcia. The east wind had blown in again, this time bringing snow with it. All along the windowsills the Preserve Pots Preserve Pots clinked mournfully as the creatures in them shifted about, disturbed by the snowstorm blowing outside. clinked mournfully as the creatures in them shifted about, disturbed by the snowstorm blowing outside.

Marcia was sitting at Aunt Zelda's desk with one small flickering candle so as not to wake the sleepers by the fireside. She was deep into her book, The Undoing of the Darkenesse. The Undoing of the Darkenesse.

Outside, floating just below the surface of the Mott to stay out of the snow, the Boggart kept a lonely midnight watch.

Far away in the Forest, Silas too kept a lonely midnight vigil in the middle of the snowfall, which was heavy enough to find its way down through the tangled bare branches of the trees. He was standing, shivering a little, under a tall and st.u.r.dy elm tree, waiting for the arrival of Morwenna Mould.

Morwenna Mould and Silas went back a long way. Silas had been a young Apprentice out on a night errand for Alther in the Forest when he had heard the bloodcurdling sounds of a baying pack of wolverines. He knew what that meant: they had found their prey for the night and were closing in for the kill. Silas pitied the poor animal. He knew only too well how terrifying it was to be surrounded by a circle of glinting yellow wolverine eyes. It had happened to him once, and he had never forgotten it but, being a Wizard, he was lucky. He had done a quick Freeze Freeze and hurried away. and hurried away.

However, that night on his errand, Silas heard a faint voice in his head. Help me... Help me...

Alther had taught him to take notice of such things, and so Silas followed where the voice led him and found himself on the outside of a wolverine circle. On the inside was a young witch. Frozen Frozen.

At first Silas had thought that the young witch was simply frozen with fear. She stood in the middle of the circle, eyes wide with terror, her hair tangled from running through the Forest to escape the wolverine pack and her heavy black cloak clutched tightly to her.

It took Silas a few moments to realize that, in her panic, the young witch had Frozen Frozen herself rather than the wolverines, leaving them the easiest supper the pack had had since the last Young Army Do-or-Die night exercise. As Silas watched, the wolverines began to close in for the kill. Slowly and deliberately, enjoying the prospect of a good feed, they circled the young witch, drawing in ever closer. Silas waited until he had all the wolverines in his sight, then quickly he herself rather than the wolverines, leaving them the easiest supper the pack had had since the last Young Army Do-or-Die night exercise. As Silas watched, the wolverines began to close in for the kill. Slowly and deliberately, enjoying the prospect of a good feed, they circled the young witch, drawing in ever closer. Silas waited until he had all the wolverines in his sight, then quickly he Froze Froze the entire pack. Unsure how to the entire pack. Unsure how to UnDo UnDo a witch spell, Silas lifted up the witch, who was luckily one of the smaller and lighter Wendron Witches, and carried her to safety. Then he waited with her all through the night while the a witch spell, Silas lifted up the witch, who was luckily one of the smaller and lighter Wendron Witches, and carried her to safety. Then he waited with her all through the night while the Freeze Freeze wore off. wore off.

Morwenna Mould had never forgotten what Silas had done for her. From then on, whenever he ventured into the Forest, Silas knew he had the Wendron Witches on his side. And he also knew that Morwenna Mould would be there to help him if he needed it. All he had to do was to wait beside her tree at midnight. And that is what, after all those years, he was doing.

"Well, I do believe it is my dear brave Wizard. Silas Heap, what brings you here tonight of all nights, on our MidWinter Eve?" A quiet voice, spoken with a soft Forest burr like the rustling of the leaves on the trees, came out of the dark.

"Morwenna, is that you?" asked Silas, a little fl.u.s.tered, jumping to his feet and looking around him.

"It surely is," said Morwenna, appearing out of the night and surrounded by a flurry of snowflakes. Her black fur cloak was dusted with snow, as was her long dark hair, which was held in place by the traditional green leather Wendron Witch headband. Her bright blue eyes flashed in the dark the way that all witches' eyes do; they had been watching Silas standing under the elm tree for some time before Morwenna had decided it was safe to appear.

"h.e.l.lo, Morwenna," said Silas, suddenly shy. "You haven't changed a bit." Actually Morwenna had changed quite a lot. There was a good deal more of her since the last time Silas had seen her. He would certainly no longer be able to pick her up and carry her out of a slavering circle of wolverines.

"Neither have you, Silas Heap. I see you've still got your crazy straw hair and those lovely deep-green eyes. What can I do for you? I have waited a long time to repay your favor. A Wendron Witch never forgets."

Silas felt very nervous. He wasn't sure why, but it was something to do with Morwenna looming up close to him. He hoped he'd done the right thing by meeting her.

"I, er...You remember my eldest son, Simon?"