Christmas in Camelot - Mary Pope Osborne [10]
Jack and Annie rushed forward. They broke into the circle on either side of the knights. As Jack started dancing, his feet seemed to fly to the beat of the drum. He felt a wave of great joy. His worries left him.
“Now, Jack!” cried Annie. “Pull away!”
But Jack didn’t want to pull away. The music rang in his ears. Nothing mattered except the dancing.
“Jack! Pull away NOW!” Annie shouted again.
Jack shook his head, trying to shake off Annie’s voice.
“Morgan! Morgan!” Annie yelled.
The word Morgan made Jack stumble a bit in the dance.
“Morgan! Morgan!” Annie shouted.
Jack stumbled again. Then he used all his might to stop himself from dancing. He let go of the hand of the dancer on his right and threw himself out of the dance—pulling the knight on his left with him. Annie and the other two knights tumbled back with them onto the grass.
Just as before, the dancers didn’t seem to notice. They closed their circle and kept going round and round in their joyous, timeless dance.
The three knights lay in the grass, fighting for breath.
“The dance … We must stop … stop dancing,” gasped the older knight.
“You have stopped! We pulled you away!” said Annie.
The knight looked up at her and Jack. He had a rough, craggy face.
“Who … who are you?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“Friends!” said Annie. She spoke loudly to be heard over the music. “We come from King Arthur’s castle!”
“We’re on a quest,” said Jack, “to get the Water of Memory and Imagination.”
“To save Camelot!” said Annie.
“Camelot—” whispered the knight. “We come from Camelot …. I don’t recognize you ….”
“We’re just visiting,” said Annie. “But we know all about you. You’re Sir Lancelot, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” breathed the knight.
“And Sir Percival and Sir Galahad,” said Jack.
“Yes … my son, Galahad … ,” said the knight.
“King Arthur thinks you are lost forever,” said Annie.
Sir Lancelot closed his eyes. “The dance … ,” he said, “it made us forget.… ”
“I know,” said Jack. “The dancers must be the Keepers of the Cauldron. You can’t get past them without getting caught up in their dance.”
“Father … we must find … the water.… ” Sir Galahad tried to sit up, but he was too weary. He lay back in the grass.
“That’s okay, we’re here now,” said Annie. “You should all rest.”
Sir Galahad closed his eyes.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” said Jack. “Annie and I will find the magic water for Camelot.”
“But you … you are just children,” said Sir Percival, the third knight. “You must wait … for us.… ”
“There’s no time to wait,” said Jack.
“Camelot is dying!” said Annie. “We have to hurry!”
“Then you must … take this … ,” said Sir Galahad. He reached into a leather pouch that hung around his shoulder. He took out a silver cup. With a trembling hand, the young knight gave the cup to Annie.
“A cup!” she said.
“Take … this, too,” said Sir Percival. He pulled a small wooden box from a bag that hung from his belt. He handed it to Jack.
Jack opened the lid. In the middle of the box was a pointer with markings all around it.
“A compass!” said Jack.
“And this … ,” said Sir Lancelot. He took a silk cord from around his neck. A glass key hung from the cord.
“A key!” whispered Annie.
Lancelot handed the key to Annie. She and Jack looked at it closely. Then Annie hung it around her neck. When she turned back, all the knights were fast asleep.
“Sweet dreams,” Annie said gently. “You guys need a long nap.”
Jack and Annie stood up.
“I think we have all our gifts now,” Jack said. “But I’d better make sure.”
He hurried to get his backpack. It was lying in the grass near the knights’ swords. He pulled out his notebook and read the second rhyme:
“Four gifts you will need—
The first from me.
Then a cup, a compass,
And, finally, a key.”
“Great,” said Annie. “We got the cloak from the Christmas Knight and the other three gifts from them. This quest is really easy.”
Jack shook his head.
“It’s not over yet,” he said. “We still have to find the cauldron with the Water of Memory and Imagination.”
“We’ll find it,” said Annie. “Read the third rhyme.”
Jack looked