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‘Meggie, put one of your feet out of bed,’ he told her Reluctantly, she stuck her toes out from under the blanket and laid them in Mo’s warm hand They were still cold

‘I knew it!’ he said ‘You’ve been spying Can’t you do as I tell you, just for once?’ Sighing, he tucked her foot back underneath the nice warm blankets Then he sat down on her bed, passed his hands over his tired face and looked out of theHis hair was as dark as ie had fair hair like her raphs ‘You should be glad you look more like her than irl’s neck’ But Meggie wished she did look more like him There wasn’t a face in the world she lovedanyway,’ she murmured

‘Good’ Mo stared out of theas if Dustfinger were still standing in the yard Then he rose and went to the door ‘Try to get soie didn’t want to sleep ‘Dustfinger! What sort of a naue?’

Mo did not reply

‘And this person who’s looking for you – I heard what Dustfinger called him Capricorn Who is he?’

‘No one you want to ht you didn’t hear anything Goodnight, Meggie’

This tie fell on her bed, h the , and Meggie lay there waiting for the dark to disappear and take her fear of some evil menace aith it Only later did she understand that the evil had not appeared for the first tiain

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Secrets

‘What do these children do without storybooks?’ Naftali asked

And Reb Zebulun replied: ‘They have to make do Storybooks aren’t bread You can live without them’

‘I couldn’t live without theer,

Naftali the Storyteller and his Horse Sus

It was early dahen Meggie woke up Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hearoing to turn over and go back to sleep when she suddenly sensed someone else in the roo by her open wardrobe

‘Hello,’ he said, putting her favourite sweater in a case ‘I’m sorry, I know it’s very early, but we have to leave How about cocoa for breakfast?’