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PRAISE FOR

CRISPIN

AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

A 2006 Child Magazine Best Book of the Year

A Book Sense Winter 2006-2007 Children’s Pick

A 2006 National Parenting Publication Honors Award Winner

*“A must purchase.”—KLIATT (starred review)

*“Super storytelling.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

*“Readers will devour this story and eagerly anticipate the conclusion

of Crispin’s adventures.”—School Library Journal (starred review)

*“Plenty of action and adventure … will make fans eager for the final

installment.”—Booklist (starred review)

“This thrilling page-turner has an open-ended conclusion that will leave

youngsters hungering for the third book.”—VOYA

“A perilous, riveting journey across land and sea …”—Child Magazine


PRAISE FOR

CRISPIN

THE CROSS OF LEAD

2003 John Newbery Medal Winner

2003 ALA Notable Children’s Book

Publishers Weekly Best Seller

New York Times Best Seller

A Seattle Times Best Book of the Year

If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped” book.

Copyright © 2006 by Avi


Published by Hyperion Paperbacks for Children, an imprint of Disney Book Group. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. For information address Hyperion Books for Children, 114 Fifth Avenue, New York, New York 10011-5690.

First Hyperion Paperbacks edition, 2008

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data on file.

eISBN-13: 978-1-4231-4070-2

ISBN-13: 978-1-4231-0305-9

ISBN-10: 1-4231-0305-X

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the discussion guide and author interview for

Crispin: At the Edge of the World.

For Anne Dunn

Contents

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT PAGE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

AUTHOR’S NOTE

ENGLAND, A.D. 1377

The more I came to know of the world,

the more I knew I knew it not.

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IT WAS A JUNE MORNING when Bear and I passed beyond Great Wexly’s walls and left the crowded and treacherous city behind. The June sun was warm, the sky above as blue as my Blessed Lady’s spotless robe; our triumphant sense of liberty kept me giddy with joy. Hardly able to contain myself, I more than once cried out, “My name is Crispin!” for all the world to hear.

I carried Bear’s sack, which contained little more than his music-making recorder and his fire-making tools, plus the few pennies we had eked out with our music and dance. His juggler’s double-pointed hat, replete with bells, was the glorious crown that capped my head.

At first we sang, played music, and stepped lightly while thanking Jesus profusely for our deliverance. What more, I thought, could my newly found soul require?

Yet though our spirits were as high as any cloud-leaping lark, it became increasingly clear that while the dungeon from which I’d freed Bear had not broken his soul, it had greatly reduced his strength. Indeed, as the day waxed he seemed to wane. More and more he leaned on me. Unshod feet had him limping. Though it was summer, his garment—no more than an old wool cloak—left him in need

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