Silas Heap pulled his cloak tightly around him against the snow.
It had been a long walk through the Forest, and he was chilled to the bone. But
in his pockets he had the herbs that Galen, the Physik Woman, had given him for
his new baby boy, Septimus, who had been born earlier that day.
Silas drew closer to the Castle, and he could see the lights
flickering through the trees as candles were placed in the windows of the tall
narrow houses clustered along the outside walls. It was the longest night of the
year, and the candles would be kept burning until dawn, to help keep the dark at
bay. Silas always loved this walk to the Castle. He had no fear of the Forest by
day and enjoyed the peaceful walk along the narrow track that threaded its way
through the dense trees for mile after mile. He was near the edge of the Forest
now, the tall trees had begun to thin out, and as the track began to dip down to
the valley floor, Silas could see the whole Castle spread before him. The old
walls hugged the wide, winding river and zigzagged around the higgledy-piggledy
clumps of houses. All the houses were painted bright colors, and those that
faced west looked as if they were on fire as their windows caught the last of
the winter sun's rays.
The Castle had started life as a small village. Being so near to
the Forest the villagers had put up some tall stone walls for protection against
the wolverines, witches and warlocks who thought nothing of stealing their
sheep, chickens and occasionally their children. As more houses were built, the
walls were extended and a deep moat was dug so that all could feel safe.
Soon the Castle was attracting skilled craftsmen from other
villages. It grew and prospered, so much so that the inhabitants began to run
out of space until someone decided to build The Ramblings. The Ramblings, which
was where Silas, Sarah and the boys lived, was a huge stone building that rose
up along the riverside. It sprawled for three miles along the river and back
again into the castle, and was a noisy, busy place filled with a warren of
passages and rooms, with small factories, schools and shops mixed in with family
rooms, tiny roof gardens and even a theater. There was not much space in The
Ramblings but people did not mind. There was always good company and someone for
the children to play with.
As the winter sun sank below the Castle walls, Silas quickened
his pace. He needed to get to the North Gate before they locked it and pulled up
the drawbridge at nightfall.
It was then that Silas sensed something nearby. Something
alive, but only just. He was aware of a small human heartbeat somewhere close to
him. Silas stopped. As an Ordinary Wizard he was able to sense things, but, as
he was not a particularly good Ordinary Wizard, he needed to concentrate hard.
He stood still with the snow falling fast around him, already covering his
footprints. And then he heard something—a snuffle, a whimper, a small breath?
He wasn't sure, but it was enough.
Underneath a bush beside the path was a bundle. Silas picked up
the bundle and, to his amazement, found himself gazing into the solemn eyes of a
tiny baby. Silas cradled the baby in his arms and wondered how she had come to
be lying in the snow on the coldest day of the year. Someone had wrapped her
tightly in a heavy woolen blanket, but she was already very cold: her lips were
a dusky blue and the snow dusted her eyelashes. As the baby's dark violet eyes
gazed intently at him, Silas had the uncomfortable feeling that she had already
seen things in her short life that no baby should see.
Thinking of his Sarah at home, warm and safe with Septimus and
the boys, Silas decided that they would just have to make room for one more
little one. He carefully tucked the baby into his blue Wizard cloak and held her
close to him as he ran toward the Castle gate. He reached the drawbridge just as
Gringe, the gatekeeper, was about to go and yell for the Bridge Boy to start
winding it up.
From Magyk: Septimus Heap Book 1 by Angie Sage. Copyright Angie
Sage 2005. All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of the
publisher, Harper Collins. No part of this book maybe reproduced without
written permission from the publisher.
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