![]() ![]() Meggie tried desperately to find some other feeling in her heart, but there was nothing, not even curiosity about the world now surrounding her. ![]() Fear had extinguished it, fear that she had made a terrible mistake and it could never be put right. The sense of triumph that had carried her away just now was gone as if it had never been. She stared at the paper in her hand, so useless now, the bait she had swallowed. She didn’t belong here! What had she done? She felt lost, terribly lost, felt it in every part of her. Quite suddenly, Meggie felt fear rise in her like black, brackish water. But only Farid was there, looking around as incredulously as she was. Meggie looked round almost as if she hoped he might be standing behind her, as was usual when they were in a strange place. No one but Meggie had ever done it before, not Orpheus, not Darius, not Mo. He had read Dustfinger home, but he couldn’t read himself into the book, right into it. But this time she wouldn’t have to slip into the skin of a character in the story – no, this time she would be in the story herself, part of it. She really had slipped through the words, as she’d so often done in her mind. I can do it! That was Meggie’s first thought when she sensed that the letters on the page really had let her through and she wasn’t in Elinor’s house any more, but somewhere very, very different. Shadows danced on a nearby pool, and a swarm of tiny red elves was whirring above the dark water. Sunlight filtered through countless leaves. ![]()
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