Read the next part of Deeplight:
‘It looks like everyone on the island has turned out to watch!’ exclaimed the merchant.
‘The Hidden Lady was our god,’ Hark pointed out. ‘Lady’s Crave is even named after her. You might say she’s … coming home.’
Actually, the Hidden Lady had kept several islands in her thrall, not just one, but Hark allowed himself some poetic license. What did it matter? She had lived long ago, before Hark was born. The gods belonged to the world of stories now, and you could tell stories any way you liked.
So far, the day was clear, but the distant islands on the horizon were already softening and dimming in a haze that promised rain. Hark smelt roasting crab on the braziers on the waterfront and suddenly felt drunk with love for his own island. All of his fourteen years had been spent on the ragged shores of Lady’s Crave, but his lessons were all he needed. After all, everyone and everything came to his island sooner or later. Often they turned up broken or lost, but that didn’t matter. He loved the island’s jumble of accents, the coming and goings of the great ships, and the stealthy stale of everything. He loved its cunning and its hunger.
Jelt should be here to see this. The thought ambushed him, and a host of worries hurried in behind it. Where the scourge is Jelt?
Jelt has asked Hark to meet him by the bellows house earlier that morning to discuss a ‘job’ someone wanted doing. Hark had waited there for two hours before giving up. That was typical of Jelt. He was there for you when it mattered, but the rest of the time he came and went like a cat, without explanation or apology.
Hark knew that Jelt had probably just got distracted. Nonetheless a queasy little tapeworm of anxiety gnawed at Hark’s stomach as each hour passed without word from his best friend. Jelt had enemies, and the sort of past that sometimes came back to bite.
Thrall – having great power over something
Haze – a very fine cloud of something
Braziers – a portable heater like a barbecue
Stale – no longer new or interesting
Ambushed – a surprise attack
Scourge – a person that causes great trouble or suffering
Queasy – feeling sick
Gnawed – cause persistent distress or anxiety
Now answer these questions:
- ‘The Hidden Lady was our god’. What does the way that Hark says our suggest about how he feels?
- Poetic license. What does this mean?
- Felt drunk with love for his own island. What does the author mean by this?
- How does Hark feel about Jelt? How do you know?
- Predict what has happened to Jelt.
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The black and white counters can only move diagonally, as many spaces as you need.
What is the least number of moves needed to get the black counters where the white counters are and the white counters where the black counters are?
Rule: There is no jumping and 2 counters are not allowed in one space.
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