Présentation de l'éditeur
The seventh title in this spectacular Edge Chronicles fantasy series — and the triumphant conclusion of the Rook Barkwater sequence
Fleeing from the ruins of New Undertown, Rook Barkwater and his colleagues — the librarian knights, Felix Lodd and his banderbear friends — must lead the escaping population to a new life in the Free Glades. But perils aplenty are ahead for the crowd — not to mention some goblins with plans of their own. This is the dramatic and exciting conclusion to the Rook Barkwater sequence that takes the reader on a thrilling journey across the Edgeworld.
Extrait
They marched on all through that dismal grey morning and on into a rain-sodden afternoon. Few spoke; even the chants of the sky pirates up in front tailed off, and the only sounds were the barks and yelps of the prowlgrins and the relentless
slap, slap, slap of mud-shoes on mire mud.
The grey afternoon gave way to the dim half-light of evening, and the wind grew stronger once more, pelting them with heavy rain that stung their faces and soaked them to the skin.
‘That’s the Edgeland wind,’ called back the librarian on the library sledge. ‘We must be getting close!’ He cracked the whip and urged the yelping prowlgrins on.
The rope round Rook’s middle jerked taut, forcing him to quicken his pace. All round him, the air was filled with curses and moans as the marchers struggled to keep up.
Suddenly, rising above it all, there came the noise of squelching mud, and a curious
plaff-plaff sound. Rook looked up. To the left of the column, a cluster of low mud-dunes seemed to be approaching, rising and falling in a slippery rhythm as they did so.
‘MUGLUMPS!’
The cry went up from the back of the column, where the Ghosts of Screetown had obviously spotted the danger.
The rope suddenly tugged Rook violently to the right as the librarian on the library sledge battled to control the panicking prowlgrins. Ahead, the four other sledges were in equal trouble. The low shapes were gathering and, from their path, it was obvious that the closely harnessed packs of prowlgrins were their intended prey.
Felix and his ghosts appeared out of the gloom on all sides. Fenbrus Lodd, Cowlquape beside him, shouted desperately to his son.
‘The library sledges! Felix!’ he screamed. ‘They’re after the sledges!’
Rook was running now, with Xanth and the banderbears dragged behind him, as the library sledge careered across the mud.
‘Cut yourselves loose!’ shouted Felix to Rook and the other librarians, ‘and follow the braziers of the sky pirates.’
With a grunt, Rook tore at the knotted rope round his middle and slid to a halt as it fell free.
‘There!’ shouted Xanth, beside him. He pointed.
Ahead, Deadbolt stood on a mud-dune, waving a flaming purple brazier over his head as if possessed. ‘Rally to me, Undertowners!’ he roared. ‘Rally!’
The huge library sledges slewed and skidded away to the right, the yelping screams of the prowlgrin teams drowning out the cries of their drivers. The mud-dunes seethed and boiled with the low, flapping shapes of the half-hidden muglumps in pursuit.
Panting, Rook reached Deadbolt, who was now surrounded by a huge crowd of mud-spattered and bewildered Undertowners. Xanth and the banderbears came lumbering up behind him.
‘There lie the Edgelands, Sky help us! We’ll regroup there!’ shouted Deadbolt above the howling winds, and pointing to a low, grey ridge in the middle distance. ‘Mothers and young’uns first!’
The Undertowners surged forwards across the glistening wind-flattened expanse of mud ahead, all eyes fixed on the distant ridge. Every one of them was driven by a desperate, half-mad frenzy to get out of the clinging mire mud and onto dry land. Rook was jostled and bumped as Undertowner after Undertowner barged past.
‘You heard him,’ Xanth shouted. ‘Come on. We’re nearly there, Rook!
But Rook shook his head. ‘I’m a librarian knight,’ he said in a low voice, his words almost lost in the gusting wind.
