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Uncle Paton made one of his here-comes-a-bit-of-scandal expressions. His thin lips compressed and his long black eyebrows arched up toward his hairline. "There was a rift, Charlie. A terrible quarrel. A terrible quarrel. Long, long ago. I can hardly remember what caused it. For them our father doesn't exist." Long, long ago. I can hardly remember what caused it. For them our father doesn't exist."

"That's awful!" But somehow Charlie wasn't surprised. After all, Grandma Bone wouldn't even speak of Lyell, her only son and Charlie's father, when he disappeared. She had simply sliced him out of her heart.

Charlie said good night to his uncle and went to bed. But as he lay awake, trying to imagine his first day back at Bloor's, Henry But as he lay awake, trying to imagine his first day back at Bloor's, Henry Yewbeam's Yewbeam's mischievous face kept breaking into his thoughts. mischievous face kept breaking into his thoughts. How had he disappeared? And where did he go? How had he disappeared? And where did he go?

A TREE TREE FALLS FALLS.

The temperature dropped several degrees during the night. On Monday morning an icy wind sent clouds of sleet whipping down Filbert Street Filbert Street , blinding anyone brave enough to venture out. , blinding anyone brave enough to venture out.



"I can't believe I've got to go to school in this," Charlie muttered as he struggled through the wind.

"You'd better believe it, Charlie, there's the bus! Good luck!" Amy Bone blew Charlie a kiss then turned onto a side street and made her way toward the greengrocer's. Charlie ran up to the top of Filbert Street Filbert Street where a blue bus was waiting to collect music students for Bloor's Academy where a blue bus was waiting to collect music students for Bloor's Academy Charlie'd been put in the music department only because his father had been in it. His friend Fidelio, on the other hand, was brilliant. Fidelio had saved a seat for Charlie on the bus, and as soon as Charlie saw his friend's bright mop of hair and beaming face, he felt better. been put in the music department only because his father had been in it. His friend Fidelio, on the other hand, was brilliant. Fidelio had saved a seat for Charlie on the bus, and as soon as Charlie saw his friend's bright mop of hair and beaming face, he felt better.

"This semester's going to seem very boring," sighed Fidelio, "after all that excitement."

"I don't think I mind a bit of boringness," said Charlie. "I'm certainly not going in the ruined castle again."

The bus parked at one end of a cobbled square with a fountain of stone swans in the center. As the children left the bus, they noticed that icicles hung from the swans' beaks and their wings were laced with frost. They appeared to be swimming on a frozen pool.

"Look at that," Charlie exclaimed as he pa.s.sed the fountain.

"The dormitory's going to be like a fridge," Fidelio said grimly Charlie wished he'd packed a hot-water bottle.

Another bus had pulled up in the square. This one was purple and a crowd of children in purple capes came leaping down the steps.

"Here she comes!" said Fidelio as a girl with indigo-colored hair came flying toward them.

"Hi, Olivia!" called Charlie.

Olivia Vertigo clutched Charlie's arm. "Charlie, good to see you alive. "Charlie, good to see you alive. You, too, Fido!" You, too, Fido!"

"It's good to be alive," said Fidelio. "What's with the Fido?"

"I decided to change your name," said Olivia. "Fidelio's such a mouthful and Fido's really cool. Don't you like it?"

"It's a dog's name," said Fidelio. "But I'll think about it."

Children in green capes had now joined the crowd. The art pupils were not as noisy as the drama students, students, and not so flamboyant and yet when their green capes flew open, a glimpse of a sequined scarf, or gold threaded into a black sweater; made one suspect that more serious rules would be broken by these quiet children than by those wearing blue or purple. and not so flamboyant and yet when their green capes flew open, a glimpse of a sequined scarf, or gold threaded into a black sweater; made one suspect that more serious rules would be broken by these quiet children than by those wearing blue or purple.

The tall gray walls of Bloor's Academy now loomed before them. On either side of the imposing arched entrance, there was a tower with a pointed roof and, as Charlie approached the wide steps up to the arch, he found his gaze drawn to the window at the top of one of the towers. His mother said she had felt someone watching her from that window, and now Charlie had the same sensation. He shivered slightly and hurried to catch up with his friends.

They had crossed a paved courtyard and were now climbing another flight of steps. At the top, two ma.s.sive bronze-studded doors stood open to receive the throng of children.

Charlie's stomach gave a lurch as he pa.s.sed through the doors. He had enemies in Bloor's Academy and, as yet, he wasn't quite sure why. Why were they trying to get rid of him? Permanently. Permanently.

A door beneath two crossed trumpets led to the music department. Olivia waved and disappeared through a door under two masks, while the children in green made their way to the end of the hall where a pencil crossed with a paintbrush indicated the art department.

Charlie and Fidelio went first to the blue coatroom and then on to the a.s.sembly room.

As one of the smallest boys Charlie had to stand in the front row, beside the smallest of all, a white-haired albino called Billy Raven. Charlie asked him if he had enjoyed Christmas but Billy ignored him. He was an orphan and Charlie hoped he hadn't had to spend his holiday at Bloor's. A fate worse than death in Charlie's opinion. A fate worse than death in Charlie's opinion. He noticed that Billy was wearing a pair of fur-lined boots. A Christmas present, no doubt. He noticed that Billy was wearing a pair of fur-lined boots. A Christmas present, no doubt.

They were only halfway through the first hymn when there was a shout from the stage.

"Stop!"

The orchestra ground to a halt. The singing died.

Dr. Saltweather Saltweather , head of the music department, paced across the stage, arms folded across his chest. He was a big man with a lot of white, wiry hair. The row of music teachers standing behind him looked apprehensive. Dr. , head of the music department, paced across the stage, arms folded across his chest. He was a big man with a lot of white, wiry hair. The row of music teachers standing behind him looked apprehensive. Dr. Saltweather Saltweather was just as likely to shout at them as the children. was just as likely to shout at them as the children.

"Do you call that singing?" roared Dr. Saltweather Saltweather . "It's a horrible moan. It's a disgraceful whine. You're musicians, for goodness sake. Sing in tune, give it some life! . "It's a horrible moan. It's a disgraceful whine. You're musicians, for goodness sake. Sing in tune, give it some life! Now - back to the beginning, please!" Now - back to the beginning, please!" He nodded to the small orchestra at the side of the stage and raised his baton. He nodded to the small orchestra at the side of the stage and raised his baton.

Charlie cleared his throat. He couldn't sing at the best of times, but today the a.s.sembly room was so cold he couldn't stop his jaw from shaking. The temperature had affected the other children as well, even the the best singers were hunched and shivering under their blue capes. best singers were hunched and shivering under their blue capes.

They started up again, and this time Dr. Saltweather Saltweather couldn't complain. The old paneled walls vibrated with sound. Even the teachers were doing their best. Merry Mr. O'Connor threw back his head and sang heartily Miss Chrystal and Mrs. Dance smiled and swayed, while old Mr. Paltry frowned with concentration. The piano teacher, Mr. Pilgrim, however, did not even open his mouth. couldn't complain. The old paneled walls vibrated with sound. Even the teachers were doing their best. Merry Mr. O'Connor threw back his head and sang heartily Miss Chrystal and Mrs. Dance smiled and swayed, while old Mr. Paltry frowned with concentration. The piano teacher, Mr. Pilgrim, however, did not even open his mouth.

Charlie realized that Mr. Pilgrim was not standing up. He was next to Mrs. Dance, who was extremely small, and being very tall himself, it was not immediately apparent that he was still sitting down. What was wrong with him? He never looked you in the eye, never spoke, never never walked in the grounds like other teachers. He seemed to be completely unaware of his surroundings, and his pale face never showed the slightest flicker of emotion. walked in the grounds like other teachers. He seemed to be completely unaware of his surroundings, and his pale face never showed the slightest flicker of emotion.

Until now Mr. Pilgrim was staring at Charlie and Charlie had the oddest sensation that the teacher knew him, not as a student, but someone else. It was as if the dark, silent man was trying to recognize him.

There was a sudden, violent crack from beyond the window It was so loud they could hear it above their boisterous singing. Even Dr. Saltweather Saltweather paused in his conducting. Another crack resounded over the snow outside, and then a tremendous thump shook the walls and windows. paused in his conducting. Another crack resounded over the snow outside, and then a tremendous thump shook the walls and windows.

Dr Saltweather Saltweather put down his baton and strode to one of the long windows. When some of the children followed he didn't bother to stop them. put down his baton and strode to one of the long windows. When some of the children followed he didn't bother to stop them.

"Good grief!" exclaimed Dr. Saltweather Saltweather . "Look at the old cedar!" . "Look at the old cedar!"

The huge tree now lay halfway across the garden; its branches broken and its tangled roots pulled clear off the ground. There was another crack as a long branch long branch supporting the crown of the tree finally broke, and with a horrible groan the trunk sank into the snow supporting the crown of the tree finally broke, and with a horrible groan the trunk sank into the snow So many games had been played under its sweeping branches, so many whispered secrets kept safe by its wide shadow It It was every child's favorite tree, and now it was gone, and in its place there was only a wide expanse of snow and an unbroken view to the ramparts of the ruined castle. Snow encrusted the top of the walls and clung to the uneven surfaces, but the blood red of the great stones stood out ominously in the white landscape. was every child's favorite tree, and now it was gone, and in its place there was only a wide expanse of snow and an unbroken view to the ramparts of the ruined castle. Snow encrusted the top of the walls and clung to the uneven surfaces, but the blood red of the great stones stood out ominously in the white landscape.

As Charlie stared at the castle walls, something happened. It could have been a trick of the light, but he was sure another tree, smaller than the cedar, appeared in the arched entrance to the castle. Its leaves were red and gold and yet other trees had lost their autumn colors.

"Did you see that?" Charlie whispered to Fidelio.

"What?"

"A tree moved," said Charlie. "Look, now it's standing by the castle wall. Can't you see it?"

Fidelio frowned and shook his head.

Charlie tried to blink the tree away But But when he looked again it was still there. No one else appeared to have seen it. Charlie had a familiar fluttery feeling in his stomach. It always happened when he heard the voices, but this time there had been no voices. when he looked again it was still there. No one else appeared to have seen it. Charlie had a familiar fluttery feeling in his stomach. It always happened when he heard the voices, but this time there had been no voices.

A bang from the stage made him look back. Mr. Pilgrim had gotten to his feet very suddenly knocking over his chair. He gazed over the heads of the children into the garden beyond the window He could have been looking at the fallen tree, but Charlie was sure he was staring past to the red walls of the castle. Had he seen the strange, moving tree?

Dr. Saltweather Saltweather swung away from the window. "Next hymn, children," he said as he marched back to the stage. "You'll never get to your cla.s.ses at this rate." swung away from the window. "Next hymn, children," he said as he marched back to the stage. "You'll never get to your cla.s.ses at this rate."

After a.s.sembly Charlie had his lesson with Mr. Paltry-Wind. Mr. Paltry was an impatient, elderly flautist. Teaching Charlie Bone to play the recorder was like trying to fill a bucket with a hole in it, he complained. The old man sighed frequently polished his gla.s.ses, and wasn't above whacking the recorder while Charlie was in midblow midblow Charlie reckoned that if Mr. Paltry continued attacking him in this way he would eventually lose his teeth and then perhaps he would he released from his horrible music lessons. Charlie reckoned that if Mr. Paltry continued attacking him in this way he would eventually lose his teeth and then perhaps he would he released from his horrible music lessons.

"Go, Bone, go!" Mr. Paltry grunted after forty minutes of mutual torture.

Charlie went very happily Next it was on with the hoots and out into the snowy garden. In cold weather the children were allowed to wear their capes outside; in summer, capes had to be left in the coatroom.

Fidelio was late arriving from his violin lesson, so when the two boys finally ran outside, the snow had already been trampled by three hundred children. Snowmen were being built, s...o...b..ll fights were in progress, and Mr. Weedon Weedon , the gardener, was trying to shoo children away from the fallen tree. , the gardener, was trying to shoo children away from the fallen tree.

"1 want want to see something by the castle," Charlie told Fidelio. to see something by the castle," Charlie told Fidelio.

"You said you didn't want to go near it," his friend reminded him.

"No, but. but. . . it's like I said, I saw something. I want to know if there are any footprints." . . it's like I said, I saw something. I want to know if there are any footprints."

"OK." Fidelio gave a good-natured shrug.

As they ran past the fallen cedar, Billy Raven called out, "Where are you going, you two?"

Almost without thinking, Charlie shouted, "None of your business."

The albino scowled and shrank against the dark branches of the tree. His ruby-colored eyes flashed behind the thick lenses of his gla.s.ses.

"Why did you say that?" Fidelio asked as they hurried on.

"I couldn't help it," said Charlie. "There's something wrong with Billy Raven. I don't trust him."

They had reached the entrance to the ruined castle. The snow beneath the huge arch was clear and smooth. No one had been in or out of the ruin.

Charlie frowned. "I saw it," he murmured.

"Let's go in," said Fidelio.

Charlie hesitated.

"It doesn't look so bad in daylight," said Fidelio, peering through the arch. He bounded in and Charlie followed. They tramped across a courtyard and took one of the five pa.s.sages that led deeper into the ruin.

After several minutes of shuffling through the dark, they emerged into another courtyard. That's where they saw the blood. Or something like like it. A few deep red flecks lay in the snow beside a patch of red-gold leaves. it. A few deep red flecks lay in the snow beside a patch of red-gold leaves.

"The beast!" cried Charlie. "Let's get out."

It was only when they were standing safely outside the walls again that Fidelio said, "It might not have been the beast."

"There was blood," said Charlie. "And it was the beast. It's killed something. Or wounded it." Or wounded it."

"But there were no other marks, Charlie. No sign of a fight, or footprints . . . or . . ."

Charlie didn't wait to hear the rest of his friend's very reasonable doubts. He raced away from the ruin as if he were reliving the long night when a yellow-eyed beast had chased him through the endless pa.s.sages and cold, echoing chambers. When he reached the fallen tree he waited for Fidelio to catch up with him.

"Clear off you!" said a deep voice behind him.

Already nervous, Charlie jumped and swung around. Mr. Weedon's Weedon's red face appeared through the mesh of broken branches; he was wearing a shiny black helmet and Charlie caught the glint of a saw held in the big man's black gauntlet. red face appeared through the mesh of broken branches; he was wearing a shiny black helmet and Charlie caught the glint of a saw held in the big man's black gauntlet.

"This tree's dangerous," said Mr. Weedon Weedon . "I've told you kids not to play here." . "I've told you kids not to play here."

"I wasn't playing," said Charlie. Fidelio had caught up with him and he felt a little more confident.

"Oh, no. Not you, Charlie Bone. You never play do Not you, Charlie Bone. You never play do ya ya ? ? A very serious boy aren't A very serious boy aren't cha?" cha?"

"You don't know anything about me," Charlie said angrily "You can't . . ."

There was a loud roar followed by a grinding noise as Mr. Weedon Weedon made his way through the tangle of branches toward Charlie. Twigs flew in all directions as the saw bit through wood and foliage. made his way through the tangle of branches toward Charlie. Twigs flew in all directions as the saw bit through wood and foliage.

"Come on!" Fidelio pulled at Charlie's cape. "Let's get out of here."

"That man's dangerous," Charlie muttered as they ran away from the tree. "How does he know who I am?"

"You're famous," said Fidelio breathlessly They They were now far enough from Mr. were now far enough from Mr. Weedon Weedon to take a rest. to take a rest. "Getting lost in that old ruin last term was quite an event. "Getting lost in that old ruin last term was quite an event. Everyone knows who you are." Everyone knows who you are."

Charlie wished it wasn't so.

The sound of a hunting horn rang out across the grounds, a signal for the end of break.

The temperature was still falling. After supper the twelve endowed children went, as usual, to the King's room, to do their homework. It was there that a very nasty argument broke out between two great friends: Tancred Torsson Torsson and Lysander. and Lysander.

Lysander was feeling the cold more than most, but being a good-humored person his complaints were made in a friendly almost jokey jokey way What he actually said to Tancred, was, " way What he actually said to Tancred, was, " Tanc Tanc , what have you done to the weather?" , what have you done to the weather?"

"Not you, too!" Tancred jumped up and stamped his foot. "I thought that you, of all people, would know better." Tancred jumped up and stamped his foot. "I thought that you, of all people, would know better."

Before Lysander could reply Manfred Bloor spoke up. "Come on, Tancred! Spare a thought for our friend, here. You're freezing him to death."

"I'm not!" screeched Tancred, tearing at his crackling hair.

"He's only joking, Tanc Tanc ," said Lysander with a smile. ," said Lysander with a smile.

By this time some of the children were beginning to feel uncomfortable. Charlie was particularly concerned. Lysander and Tancred had saved him from the ruin. Together they were a powerful force against the darker powers that lurked in Bloor's Academy He couldn't bear to see them quarreling.

"Are you on his side now?" Tancred demanded, glaring at his old ally "Everyone's on my side," sn.i.g.g.e.red sn.i.g.g.e.red Manfred. Manfred.

Lysander silently shook his head, but unfortunately Zelda Dobinski Dobinski chose that moment to show off her particularly nasty gift for moving things. She was staring at a huge reference book on the shelves behind Tancred. The book launched itself across the room and caught Tancred in the back just as he whirled toward the door. chose that moment to show off her particularly nasty gift for moving things. She was staring at a huge reference book on the shelves behind Tancred. The book launched itself across the room and caught Tancred in the back just as he whirled toward the door.

" Owww Owww !" roared Tancred. !" roared Tancred.

Six children burst into wild laughter, while five looked on in horror.

Tancred didn't notice the sympathetic faces. He was only aware of the mocking laughter. Wind rushed luriously luriously around the room as the stormy boy swept through the door, leaving it banging violently against the wall. around the room as the stormy boy swept through the door, leaving it banging violently against the wall.

Charlie couldn't stop himself. "Wait!" he cried, leaping after Tancred.

"And where do you think you're going, Bone?" said Manfred.

"I've left my pens in the coatroom," lied lied Charlie. Charlie.

A scrawny red-haired boy looked up and sneered, "Always forgetting things, things, aren't you, Bone?" aren't you, Bone?"

"Not always, Asa Asa ." Charlie was scared of ." Charlie was scared of Asa Asa Pike. He was Manfred's sidekick and had a very nasty talent for changing his shape. Pike. He was Manfred's sidekick and had a very nasty talent for changing his shape.

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