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  Sun Sword 2: The Voyage of the Owl

  9781742754628

  Random House Australia Pty Ltd

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  First published by Random House Australia 2007

  Copyright © Belinda Murrell 2007

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  National Library of Australia

  Cataloguing-in-Publication Entry

  Murrell, Belinda.

  The voyage of the Owl.

  ISBN 978 1 74166 176 7.

  I. Title. (Series: Murrell, Belinda. Sun sword; bk. 2).

  A823.4

  Cover illustration by David Legge

  Cover design by Louise Davis, Mathematics

  For my mum and dad, Gilly and Gerry,

  for a lifetime of love, books and adventures.

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Imprint Page

  Dedication

  Map

  Prologue

  Chapter One: Sniffer

  Chapter Two: The White Horse Inn

  Chapter Three: Master of Disguises

  Chapter Four: Escape from Tira

  Chapter Five: Dungeon Feast

  Chapter Six: Blessing of the Fleet

  Chapter Seven: The Owl

  Chapter Eight: The Herb Garden

  Chapter Nine: Strategies

  Chapter Ten: Barramon

  Chapter Eleven: Witchcraft

  Chapter Twelve: Storm

  Chapter Thirteen: Saving the Owl

  Chapter Fourteen: Garden of Sun and Moon

  Chapter Fifteen: Sea Dragon

  Chapter Sixteen: Sea Dragon’s Treasure

  Chapter Seventeen: Merrow Music

  Chapter Eighteen: Respite

  Chapter Nineteen: Revelation

  Chapter Twenty: Dive to the Wreck

  Chapter Twenty-one: Celebrations

  Chapter Twenty-two: The Worm Hole

  The Snowy Tower

  About the Author

  On the fourth floor of the Palace of Tira, Captain Malish strode into the Royal Nursery. At his heels was a small, stooped man, who sniffed constantly as though he had a bad head cold.

  ‘This is where the princess and her friends were last heard,’ Captain Malish said, gesturing into the room, ‘before they disappeared into thin air. See if you can do better than my useless guards, Sniffer. I’m counting on you to find those children and the Sun Gem. Emperor Raef is counting on you to find them. I hope you won’t disappoint us.’

  Sniffer breathed deeply, reading clues from the dusty air, as Captain Malish walked to the door.

  ‘One more thing, Sniffer,’ Captain Malish added. ‘Let’s keep this just between you and me. We don’t want to worry Governor Lazlac about all this, until we’ve solved the problem.’

  Sniffer nodded, snuffling thoughtfully to himself as his eyes scanned the room. Captain Malish left him to it.

  The Royal Nursery was a large, airy room, filled with toys. Three beds were pushed up against the wall and a wooden castle, filled with painted knights, ladies, horses and dragons, took up the centre of the room. Long bookshelves were crammed with toys and hundreds of books.

  Sniffer dropped onto all fours. He crawled along the floor looking for any signs of disturbance, any clues as to who had been in this room and where they had gone. He searched the bookshelves, the toys, the furniture, the beds. Finally he searched the timber panelling.

  On one section Sniffer noticed something that no-one else had seen. The grooves in the panelling had collected a light film of dust. But one panel had smudges of clean wood showing through the dust – fingerprints. Sniffer checked this panel carefully. He sniffed the wood. He knocked the panel softly and heard that, unlike the others, it sounded hollow.

  He inserted his fingertips under the ridge at the bottom of the panel and pulled. The door to a dumbwaiter slid open, revealing a deep black chute. Sniffer found the rope pulley and started to haul it up. Ten minutes later he was showing his find to Captain Malish.

  ‘They escaped down this way, Captain,’ Sniffer announced, lifting the panel with a theatrical flourish. ‘It probably leads down into the kitchens.’

  ‘That’s ridiculous!’ Captain Malish exclaimed. ‘No man could fit into that tiny space.’

  ‘No man could,’ Sniffer agreed. ‘But a child could. Especially a girl child.’ Sniffer picked something up off the tray of the dumbwaiter. It was a hair. A long, curly, honey blonde hair.

  ‘Princess Roana,’ spat Captain Malish. ‘We are going to find that brat. And when I find her …’

  He spun on his heel, striding for the door.

  ‘Search the kitchens, Sniffer. Search the whole palace. Take twenty guards with you. Take fifty! Just find that child.’

  At that moment, Princess Roana was sitting on the bed in the palace cook’s bed chamber, with three other children and a large dog. In her hand she held a tiny open box. Nestled inside, on a square of black velvet, was a huge round ruby. Its deep red heart glinted softly in the firelight.

  ‘I can’t believe we found the Sun Gem. It is so beautiful,’ breathed Princess Roana.

  She reluctantly closed the lid of the tiny box and popped it back into the larger wooden cigar box that kept it secret. Roana, Ethan, Saxon and Lily had discovered the cigar box hidden in a sack of corn. It was a puzzle box. Once you knew the secret, it was easy to open, but it had taken Ethan hours to solve the mystery.

  Roana put the box by the bed. ‘Now we should all get some sleep.’

  Outside the western window, the nearly full moon was sinking to the horizon. It would soon be dawn.

  ‘Oh, really, your highness?’ laughed Ethan, his brown eyes dancing with mischief. ‘Since when did we obey your orders?’

  With that Ethan bashed Princess Roana over the head with a plump feather pillow. Princess Roana gasped in shock. Then she picked up a pretty embroidered cushion and smacked him back.

  Sniffer prowled down the staircase of the palace. Behind him tramped twelve Sedah guards, dressed all in black. The sharp tips of their cutlasses glinted wickedly in the light of the candles burning in the wall sconces.

  Down one, two, three flights of stairs. They marched through the dim corridors. Maid servants and lackeys scuttled out of their way, staring nervously after the threatening black shadows of the Sedah soldiers.

  Sniffer was enjoying this. He felt a rush of adrenalin. So close now. Any moment those brats would be his.

  Sniffer threw open the thick, iron-hinged door that led to the kitchens. Apprentices and scullery maids melted away. The heat in the kitchens was stifling. A large joint of beef sizzled on a spit over a huge fire. A second fireplace was banked with hot coals for warming pots of sauces and stews.

  The servants huddled
wide-eyed against the walls. The kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering scents of roasting meat, pungent herbs and baking bread, but underlying it all was the salty smell of fear.

  ‘What’s going on?’ demanded the head chef, as she continued stirring a delicate sauce in a large copper pot. Cookie was a well-rounded woman, fierce and loyal, and known to be a tyrant in her domain.

  Sniffer ignored her and the other staff. ‘The entrance to the dumbwaiter is somewhere down here,’ he barked, enjoying his newfound authority. ‘Those children must be here – and one of them is the princess. The captain’s orders are not to harm her. Search carefully and leave no pot unturned.’

  The Sedah soldiers nodded and started to search, knocking over pots, pans, sacks and crates in their thoroughness.

  ‘What’s all this chaos in my kitchen?’ cried Cookie, her face damp and pink with steam and sweat. ‘His lordship will be furious if his luncheon is ruined!’

  Sniffer ignored her, snuffling quietly to himself as he examined the walls of the kitchen. The servants hurriedly moved away, fear blanching their faces.

  ‘What’s in here?’ demanded Sniffer, rattling a door that was padlocked shut.

  ‘That’s my pantry,’ Cookie replied, lifting the heavy pan of sauce away from the coals with her work-worn hands, nicked with dozens of fine scars.

  ‘Open it then,’ said Sniffer.

  ‘No-one goes in there but me,’ protested Cookie. ‘Otherwise my best ingredients disappear.’

  Sniffer’s eyes lit up. ‘Open it,’ he demanded.

  Cookie huffed and puffed as she fumbled through the heavy ring of keys that hung at her waist. It took her a few minutes to find the thick iron key that fitted the lock. Sniffer snuffled impatiently. Finally Cookie found the right key and clicked open the lock. The door swung open.

  Inside was a small room lined with shelves groaning with jars, bottles and boxes. Sniffer impatiently shoved past Cookie and into the room. At the far end was a sliding door, set halfway up the wall. Sniffer raced to this and lifted it up. Inside was a dark chimney-like space that stretched up into the blackness.

  Hanging down in the space were two thick, worn ropes. Sniffer hauled on the ropes and down shot the small shelf from the nursery four floors above. Sniffer snorted in satisfaction. He whirled to interrogate Cookie, who was standing by the door jamb, her hands on her ample hips.

  ‘Someone has been in this pantry this morning. Where are they now?’ demanded Sniffer, hauling himself up tall to intimidate the cook.

  ‘That’s what I’d like to know,’ cried Cookie in a fury. ‘Look! Someone has taken my egg and bacon pie, a roast chicken, lemon tarts, a jug of custard and a jug of lemonade that I had prepared for his lordship’s luncheon. I leave my pantry unlocked for half an hour while I am out picking herbs and one of your thieving guards comes in here and steals all my hard work,’ Cookie fumed. ‘I am going straight to Lord Lazlac to complain. I’ll teach your lazy thieving soldiers to sneak in here and steal my food.’

  With this Cookie descended upon the unfortunate Sniffer, berating him with voice and apron. Sniffer ducked for cover. His quick eyes noticed the evidence of a surreptitious feast – crumbs of pastry, a dish of chicken bones sucked clean, empty jugs and a crumpled cloth on the floor. But no sign of what he expected to find – four irritating, grubby children and a large dog.

  Sniffer scurried out from under Cookie’s apron back into the kitchen. The twelve Sedah guards looked at him expectantly. He stared back at them. What now? Where were those children?

  ‘Search the gardens,’ Sniffer muttered. ‘Search the rooms above the kitchens on every floor. Search every room. Don’t let anyone leave the palace without checking their credentials. Report back here to me.’

  The soldiers nodded and left, a few heading out into the kitchen garden, the rest heading back through the kitchen door to search the palace. Cookie muttered ferociously under her breath about thieving soldiers and stolen pies.

  Sniffer turned to the group of frightened servants huddling near the fire. He snuffled over to a girl with long curly hair. He yanked out a strand of her hair. The girl yelped in shock.

  Sniffer pulled out a long golden hair from his pocket and held it up to the window to compare the colour. He snarled in disappointment. It was not the same hair. He threw the offending strand onto the fire where it sizzled, curled and burnt, giving out an acrid stench.

  Sniffer peered and prodded at the younger servants, checking their foot size, hair colour and height. None of them matched the statistics he had carefully gathered in his memory. Cookie watched from the pantry doorway.

  ‘Well,’ she huffed in annoyance. ‘I suppose I had better go and explain to his lordship that luncheon will be delayed and not quite what he had ordered.’ She swept out of the kitchen, barking over her shoulder, ‘The rest of you, get on with preparing those vegetables, and for the Moon Goddess’s sake, don’t let that joint burn or you’ll be looking for a new job scrubbing the sewers!’

  Sniffer ignored this exit. He sniffed at a young pot boy who was smudged with ashes from the fire, then snuffled over to a young girl with long chestnut hair who was sobbing into her apron.

  Outside the kitchen door, Cookie picked up her skirts and ran as fast as her hefty girth would allow her. She ran down the corridor past the scullery, the butler’s pantry, the laundry and the linen stores. She raced up and up the servants’ stairs, down more twisting corridors until she came to her own tiny room in the servants’ quarters. She frowned as she heard muffled squeals and giggles.

  She flung open the door. Four startled faces turned towards her. Her royal highness, Princess Roana, garbed in a long white nightdress, was caught in the act of thumping a smaller girl over the head with a thick feather pillow. White fluffy gosling down fluttered in the air. Charcoal the kitten leapt gracefully after a drifting feather, batting it with her paw.

  The two boys, Ethan and Saxon, guiltily dropped their own feather pillows. A large red-gold dog quickly slunk off the bed and down onto the floor, curling nose to tail into as small a space as possible.

  Cookie glanced around in disbelief at the floating feathers, the eiderdowns and comforters scattered in disarray, the filthy packs on the floor and, lastly, the four children in nightshirts standing on her bed.

  The children scrambled to the floor, hastily picking up pillows, eiderdowns and feathers in a belated effort to return the room to normality.

  ‘My dears,’ whispered Cookie, tears of panic glistening in her eyes, ‘the Sedahs are looking for you. Even now that snivelling tracker is searching the kitchens for you while a troop of soldiers are combing every room in the palace. We must get you away from here, to safety.’

  The four children wilted visibly. They had only just bathed, changed and hidden from their pursuers. They had had no sleep for hours. They were exhausted and frightened.

  ‘Pack up your things,’ Cookie exhorted. ‘There is no time to change. Try to hide any evidence that you have been here, for the Sedahs will certainly search this room. Be very quiet. I have an idea to smuggle you out of the palace. I’ll be back as quickly as I can.’

  Cookie turned and ran from the room, carefully locking the door behind her. The four children leapt to work, remaking the bed, folding up comforters, picking up feathers and burning them on the fire, sweeping up any sign of dog hair, packing away their meagre belongings.

  When Cookie returned in ten minutes, they were lined up, green cloaks over their white nightgowns, packs over their shoulders and boots on. Cookie had retrieved their filthy clothes from the laundry and found a sack to hold them, while in the other hand was another bulging sack.

  ‘Come with me,’ she ordered in a whisper. ‘Move quickly and quietly. The soldiers are everywhere, searching the palace.’

  They all followed without a word.

  First went tall, strong Saxon, his face wary, with no sign of its usual mischievousness. Next went the smallest – Lily, her honey blonde hair hanging nearl
y to her waist, carrying Charcoal, the kitten. Third was Princess Roana, her hair dyed nut brown and cropped short like a boy’s. Next came Ethan, Lily’s brother, determined and watchful, his bow strung and arrow nocked. Lastly came Aisha, the dog, her black-tipped ears pricked and her liquid golden eyes searching for danger.

  The oddly dressed group slipped down corridors and stairs, following the ample Cookie. Aisha’s claws clicked loudly on the flagged stone floors. Everyone winced to hear them, sure the noise would give them away.

  At last Cookie came to a narrow side door, which she peered through cautiously. Outside was a wide driveway, which was empty. Cookie tutted, gesturing to the children to huddle in the shadows. The sound of wheels crunching on gravel indicated that someone was coming. The children pressed back against the walls.

  Through the crack between Cookie’s girth and the door frame, Ethan could see a dilapidated horse-drawn cart clopping up the driveway. A horrible stench wafted through the doorway. The driver was a ragged-looking fellow with a dirty face. He pulled on the reins and the fleabitten nag came to a halt near the door.

  Cookie opened the door wider, peering up and down the driveway. The driver grinned at her, revealing a mouthful of blackened rotten teeth.

  ‘Come on,’ whispered Cookie to the children. ‘Jake is going to take you to a safe place in the city – an inn run by my brother, Albert. He is your only hope to escape from the palace. Up you jump. You can hide in the cart.’

  Four pairs of eyes swung from Jake to the cart. Four noses realised what was piled on the back of the cart.

  ‘Please hurry,’ whispered Cookie urgently. ‘That Sniffer could be here any moment.’