Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- CASTLE IN THE AIR
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Read on for an excerpt from Howl’s Moving Castle
- Chapter One: In which Sophie talks to hats
- Chapter One
- Read on for an excerpt from The Merlin Conspiracy
- I
- Read on for an excerpt from Dark Lord of Derkholm
- ONE
- Read on for an excerpt from Archer’s Goon
- Chapter One
- About the Author
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
This was awkward. Abdullah thought rapidly. “Indeed, it is registered, O veritable weighing scale of judgment,” he said. “My father took me to a magistrate to register the vow when he ordered me to make it. I was but a small child at the time. Though I did not understand then, I see now it was because of the prophecy. My father, being a prudent man, did not wish to see his forty gold coins wasted. He made me vow that I would never marry until Fate had placed me above all others in this land. So you see”—Abdullah put his hands in the sleeves of his best suit and bowed regretfully to the two fat brides—“I cannot yet marry you, twin plums of candied sugar, but the time will come.”
Everyone said, “Oh, in that case!” in various tones of discontent, and to Abdullah’s profound relief, most of them turned away from him.
“I always thought your father was a rather grasping man,” Fatima added.
“Even from beyond the grave,” Assif agreed. “We must wait for this dear boy’s elevation then.”
The Justice, however, stood his ground. “And which magistrate was it, before whom you made this vow?” he asked.
“I do not know his name,” Abdullah invented, speaking with intense regret. He was sweating. “I was a tiny child, and he appeared to me an old man with a long white beard.” That, he thought, would serve as a description of every magistrate there ever was, including the Justice standing before him.
“I shall have to check all records,” the Justice said irritably. He turned to Assif, Hakim, and Fatima and—rather coldly—made his formal good-byes.
Abdullah left with him, almost clinging to the Justice’s official sash in his hurry to get away from the emporium and the two fat brides.
Chapter Five
WHICH TELLS HOW FLOWER-IN-THE-NIGHT’S FATHER WISHED TO RAISE ABDULLAH ABOVE ALL OTHERS IN THE LAND
“What a day!” Abdullah said to himself when he was back inside his booth at last. “If my luck goes on this way, I will not be surprised if I never get the carpet to move again!” Or, he thought as he lay down on the carpet, still dressed in his best, he might get to the night garden only to find that Flower-in-the-Night was too annoyed at his stupidity last night to love him anymore. Or she might love him still but have decided not to fly away with him. Or …
It took him a while to get to sleep.