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Contents ( 75)
  1. Dedication
  2. Contents
  3. 1
  4. A Mysterious Death
  5. 2
  6. The Girl with the Mousy Hair
  7. 3
  8. Bad Things Happen
  9. 4
  10. Where the Beastie Lives
  11. 5
  12. Purrai Have No Rights
  13. 6
  14. Help Me, Please
  15. 7
  16. The Starblade
  17. 8
  18. John Gregory’s Apprentices
  19. 9
  20. A Nettle Patch
  21. 10
  22. The Haunted House
  23. 11
  24. A Rare and Special Type
  25. 12
  26. Nicholas Browne’s Glossary
  27. 13
  28. Tom Ward’s Test
  29. 14
  30. Mother and Daughter
  31. 15
  32. A Girl Like You
  33. 16
  34. The Bones of Little Children
  35. 17
  36. Practical Lessons
  37. 18
  38. The Vartek
  39. 19
  40. The Pursuit
  41. 20
  42. The Fanatical Gleam
  43. 21
  44. Grimalkin’s Notes
  45. 22
  46. Times Are Changing
  47. 23
  48. The Scream of the Boggart
  49. 24
  50. The Journey Begins
  51. 25
  52. The Shaiksa Assassin
  53. 26
  54. The Sign
  55. 27
  56. Prince Stanislaw
  57. 28
  58. A Premonition of Death
  59. 29
  60. The Worst Day of My Life
  61. 30
  62. The Grief of Grimalkin
  63. 31
  64. Washing the Body
  65. 32
  66. A Terrible Mistake
  67. Grimalkin’s Notes
  68. The Contents of the Glass Containers
  69. Glossary of the Kobalos World
  70. Original written by Nicholas Browne
  71. Notes added by Tom Ward and Grimalkin
  72. About the Author
  73. Credits
  74. Copyright
  75. About the Publisher

“We’re going on a long journey with Grimalkin,” I told her. “We need to study the Kobalos so that we can discover how to defeat them. So we’re going to cross the Northern Sea and travel to the edge of their territory.”

“How long will we be away?” she said, looking far from happy.

“We’ll be back before winter really bites.”

She nodded but didn’t seem convinced.

“Can you ride?” I asked.

She looked puzzled. “I’ve ridden a horse at one of the farms where my foster dad works, but not recently. It was when I was little.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not much of a rider myself. Spooks prefer to journey on foot, but we’re traveling a long way, so we’ll be on horseback.”

Jenny was silent.

“I’ll tell you the truth,” I said eventually. “It will be dangerous. I feel that I must go, but you could stay here. You’d be safe enough, with the boggart to guard you. You could continue to develop your practical skills and work your way through the library, making notes. I might also be able to find someone else to train you for a while.”

Jenny didn’t appear too happy at the prospect.

“I’ll take you to meet another spook north of Caster, and then you can decide. I’m going to ask him to keep an eye on Chipenden while we’re away. It would mean extra work for him, but I’m sure he could deal with the most important spook’s business in both areas. Once you’ve met him, you might agree to him training you.”

Jenny’s face fell further at this.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Nothing . . . well, it’s just the thought of leaving Chipenden to travel to the far north. I like to travel—I’ve seen most of the County on my wanderings—but to sail overseas and see foreign lands is something I’ve only dreamed about. I’m not sure what to think, but I reckon I’d rather stay here. And I don’t want to be trained by anyone but you.”

“I’d rather stay here too, Jenny!” I told her. “I feel exactly the same, but I don’t really have much choice.”

So I spent another ten minutes spelling out the threat from the Kobalos and what their intention was: to kill all human males, boys and men, and then enslave all females. Then I reminded her about the varteki we’d faced and how those would be used against us.

“So you see, Jenny, I have to go. Anyway, keep an open mind until after you’ve met Judd.”

Jenny frowned again, but now that I’d made up my mind to help Grimalkin, I had no time to dawdle.

We traveled north over the fells, passing east of Caster and then continuing along the bank of the canal, which ran northward. I set a fast pace, for there was a real nip in the air now. Long before we reached Kendal, I headed west, leading Jenny along a path by a stream until we came to the edge of the shallow moat that surrounded the water mill.