Fablehaven_ Rise of the Evening Star Part 2

Back in your seats! Mrs. Price repeated more forcefully.

Everyone complied.

Mrs. Price stood at the front of the cla.s.sroom, arms folded, eyeing the students as if trying to read their minds.

I have never in my life met such an unruly group of vipers, she spat. If I have my way, you'll all be expelled.

Kendra furrowed her brow. This was not like Mrs. Price,20 even under the current circ.u.mstances. Her voice had a differentedge to it, cruel and hateful.

Mrs. Price grabbed the lip of Jonathon White's desk. He sat in the front row because of repeated discipline issues.

Tell me, my little man, who put a tack on my chair? She was gritting her teeth. Veins bulged in her neck. She looked like she was about to explode.

I... didn't see, Jonathon stuttered. Kendra had never heard him sound scared before.

Liar! Mrs. Price yelled, heaving the front of his desk up so that it tipped over backwards. The seat was connected to the desk, so Jonathon went down as well, banging his head on the desk behind him.

Mrs. Price moved over to the next desk, to Sasha Goethe, her favorite student. Tell me who did it! the crazed teacher demanded, spittle flying from her lips.

I don't- was all Sasha managed before her desk was upended as well.

Despite her shock, Kendra realized what was going on.

Case hadn't poisoned Mrs. Price. Whatever p.r.i.c.ked her had cast some sort of spell over her.

Kendra stood up and shouted, It was Casey Hanc.o.c.k!

Mrs. Price paused, staring at Kendra through narrow eyes. Casey, you say? Her voice was soft and lethal.

I saw him by your desk before cla.s.s started.

Mrs. Price advanced toward Kendra. How dare you accuse the one person in this cla.s.s who would never harm a fly? Kendra started backing away. Mrs. Price continued speaking in a low voice, but she was clearly furious. You did21 this, didn't you, and now you're pointing fingers, blamingthe new kid, the one with no friends. Very low, Kendra. Very low.

Kendra reached the back of the cla.s.sroom. Mrs. Price was closing in. She was only an inch or two taller than Kendra, but her fingers were hooked into claws, and her eyes boiled with malice. The normally even-tempered teacher looked like she had murder on her mind.

Only a few steps away from Kendra, Mrs. Price leaped forward. Kendra dodged sideways and raced down a different aisle toward the door at the front of the cla.s.sroom. Mrs.

Price was right behind her until Alyssa stuck out a foot and sent the rabid teacher sprawling.

Kendra yanked open the door and found herself face-to-face with Mr. Ford, the princ.i.p.al. Behind him stood a panting Tyler Ward.

Mrs. Price isn't herself, Kendra explained.

Shrieking, Mrs. Price lunged at Kendra. Mr. Ford, a heavy man with a st.u.r.dy build, intercepted the manic teacher, pinning her arms to her sides. Linda! he said in a tone that suggested he could not believe what was going on.

Linda, calm down. Linda, stop.

They're all maggots, she hissed. They're all vipers.

Devils! She continued struggling vigorously.

Mr. Ford was looking around the room, taking in the overturned desks. What's going on here?

Somebody put a tack on her chair and she freaked out, Sasha Goethe sobbed, standing near her overturned desk.

A tack? Mr., Ford said, still trying to control the22 squirming teacher. Mrs. Price suddenly whipped her headback, slamming Mr. Ford square in the face. He staggered backwards, losing his grip on her.

Mrs. Price shoved Kendra aside and sprinted out the door and down the hall. A stunned Mr. Ford was catching blood from his nostrils in a cupped hand.

Across the room, Casey Hanc.o.c.k, the goblin in disguise, grinned wickedly at Kendra.

By the end of the school day, Kendra was sick of recounting the drama in homeroom. The school was buzzing with the news that Mrs. Price had lost her mind. The frazzled teacher had run off school property, leaving her car in the parking lot, and had not been seen since. As word spread that Kendra had spoken up against Case and been specifically attacked, she was bombarded with endless questions.

Kendra felt terrible for Mrs. Price. She was certain it was some strange goblin magic that had led to the outburst, but that was an impossible theory to present to the princ.i.p.al. In the end, Kendra had to admit that she had not actually seen Case put anything on the chair. Nor had anyone else, apparently.

They couldn't even find the tack. And of course she could not say anything about Case's secret ident.i.ty, because there was no way to prove it short of convincing Mr. Ford to kiss him on the mouth.

Walking out to catch her bus, Kendra brooded over the unjust situation. The reputation of an innocent teacher had23 been ruined, and the obvious culprit was totally getting awaywith it. Thanks to his disguise, the goblin would keep on causing mayhem without any consequences. There had to be a way to stop him!

Ahem. A man walking beside Kendra cleared his throat in order to get her attention. Lost in thought, she had failed to notice his approach. The man was dressed in a fancy suit that looked about a hundred years out of style.

The coat had tails, and he wore a vest with it. It was the sort of suit Kendra would have expected to see in a play, not in real life.

Kendra stopped walking and faced the man. Kids heading for the buses pa.s.sed them on either side. Can I help you? she asked.

Beg your pardon, but do you have the time?

His vest had a watch chain. Kendra pointed at it. Isn't that a watch?

Just the chain, my girl, he said, patting his vest. I parted with the watch some time ago. He was fairly tall, with wavy black hair and a pointy chin. Although the suit was fancy, it was rumpled and worn, as if he had slept in it for several consecutive nights. He seemed a little seedy.

Kendra resolved immediately not to let him lure her into a windowless van.

She was wearing a watch, but did not check it. School just got out, so it's a little after two-forty.

Allow me to introduce myself. He held up a business24 card in his white-gloved hand, in a way that suggested hemeant for her to read it, not take it. The card said: Errol Fisk Cogitator * Ruminator*Innovator Cogitator? Kendra read dubiously.

Errol glanced at the card and flipped it over.

Wrong side, he apologized with a smile.

The back side said: Errol Fisk StreetPerformer Extraordinaire Now, that I believe, Kendra said.

He glanced at the card and, with a look of chagrin, flipped it over again.

I already --- Kendra began, but she hadn't.

Errol Fisk Heaven's Special Gift to Women Kendra laughed. What is this? Am I on a hidden camera show?

Errol checked the card. My apologies, Kendra, I could have sworn I tossed that one out long ago.

I haven't told you my name, Kendra said, suddenly on guard.

You didn't have to. You were the only one of these youngsters who looked fairystruck.

Fairystruck? Who was this guy?

I take it you've noticed an unwanted visitor in your school recently?25 Now he had her full attention. You know about thegoblin?

The kobold, actually, though the two are often confused.

He flipped the card again. It now read: Errol Fisk Kobold Exterminator You can help me get rid of him? Kendra asked. Did my grandpa send you?

He did not. But a friend of his did.

At that moment, Seth came up to them, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Who's the ringmaster? he said to Kendra.

Errol held the card up for Seth to see. What's a kobold? Seth patted Kendra on the shoulder. Hey, you're going to miss the bus. Kendra could tell he was trying to give her an opening to get away from the stranger.

I might be walking home today, Kendra said.

Four miles? Seth said.

Or I'll catch a ride with somebody. The goblin who kissed Alyssa and framed Mrs. Price is a kobold. She had told Seth about the disastrous incident at lunch. He was the one person who could understand the real story.

Oh, Seth said, sizing up Errol anew. I get it. I thought you were a salesman. You're a magician.

Errol fanned out a deck of playing cards that had appeared out of nowhere. Not a bad guess, he said. Pick a card.

Seth pulled out a card.27 Show it to your sister.Seth showed Kendra the five of hearts.

Put it back in the deck, Errol instructed.

Seth replaced it so that Errol could not see the face of the card. Errol flipped all the cards around, so they faced the kids, still fanned out. They were all the five of hearts. And there's your card, Errol announced.

That's the lamest trick ever! Seth protested. They're all the same. Of course you know what I picked.

All the same? Errol said, reversing the cards and thumbing through them. No, I'm sure you're mistaken. He turned them back around, and it now looked like a normal deck of fifty-two different cards.

Wow! Seth said.

Errol held the cards face down and fanned them out again. Name a card, he said.

Jack of clubs, Seth said.

Errol held the cards up. They were all the jack of clubs.

He flipped them over again. Kendra, name a card.

Ace of hearts.

Errol displayed an entire deck full of the ace of hearts.

Then he tucked the deck away into an inner pocket.

Whoa, you really are magic, Seth said.

Errol shook his head. It's just legerdemain. , Leger-what?

Legerdemain. A word of French origin meaning sleight of hand.

What, you've got a bunch of decks up your sleeve?

Seth asked.

Errol winked. Now you're on the right track.

You're good, Seth said. I was watching close.

Errol tweezed his business card between two fingers, folded it into his palm, and then immediately opened his hand. The card was gone. The hand is quicker than the eye.

The buses started pulling out. They always left in a caravan of five. Oh no, Seth said. My bus!

I can give you kids a ride, Errol offered. Or I suppose calling you a cab might be more appropriate. My treat.

Either way, we need to talk about this kobold.

How did you find out about this so fast? Kendra asked suspiciously. The kobold only showed up yesterday. I just mailed my letter to Grandpa Sorenson this morning.

Cogent question, Errol said. Your grandfather has an old friend named Coulter Dixon who lives in the area. He asked Coulter to keep an eye on you two. When Coulter caught wind of the kobold, he called me. I'm a specialist.

So you know our grandpa? Seth asked.

Errol held up a finger. I know a friend of your grandpa's.

I've never actually met Stan.

Why do you wear that weird suit? Seth asked.

Because I'm terribly fond of it.

Why are you wearing gloves? Seth pursued. It's hot out.

Errol glanced furtively over his shoulder, as if he was about to share a secret. Because my hands are made of pure gold and I'm worried somebody will steal them.

Seth's eyes widened. Really?28 No. But remember the principle. Sometimes the mostpreposterous lies are the most believable. He tugged off a glove and flexed his fingers, revealing a normal hand with black hairs on the knuckles. A street magician needs places to hide things. Gloves serve that purpose. Same with a coat on a warm day. And a vest with lots of pockets. And a wrist.w.a.tch or two. He pulled back his sleeve, revealing a pair of watches.

You asked me for the time, Kendra said.