Septimus Heap, Book One_ Magyk - Angie Sage [97]
Jenna screamed.
The released Shield Bug crouched, sword at the ready, on Jenna’s forearm. She stood frozen to the spot, waiting for the bug to turn and attack her, forgetting that the bug’s only mission was to defend its Releaser from her enemies. Which it was busy looking for.
The Shield’s green armored scales moved fluidly as it shifted about, sizing up the room. Its thick right arm held a razor-sharp sword that glinted in the candlelight and its short powerful legs moved restlessly as the bug shifted its weight from one large foot to the other while it sized up the potential enemies.
But the potential enemies were a disappointing lot.
There was a large patchwork tent with bright blue eyes staring at it.
“Just put your hand over the bug,” the tent whispered to the Releaser. “It will curl up into a ball. Then we’ll try and get it back into the Pot.”
The Releaser looked at the sharp little sword the bug was waving around, and she hesitated.
“I’ll do it if you like,” said the tent and moved toward the bug. The bug swung around menacingly, and the tent stopped in her tracks, wondering what was wrong. They had Imprinted all the bugs, hadn’t they? It should realize that none of them was the enemy. But this bug realized no such thing. It crouched on Jenna’s arm, continuing its search.
Now it saw what it was looking for. Two young warriors carrying pikestaffs, poised to attack. And one of them was wearing a red hat. From a dim and distant previous life the Shield Bug remembered that red hat. It had done him wrong. The bug didn’t know exactly what the wrong was, but that made no difference.
It had sighted the enemy.
With a fearsome screech, the bug leaped off Jenna’s arm, flapping its heavy wings, and set off through the air with a metallic clattering noise. The bug was heading straight for Boy 412 like a tiny guided missile, its sword held high above its head. It was squealing loudly, its wide-open mouth showing rows of little pointed green teeth.
“Hit it!” yelled Aunt Zelda. “Quick, bop it on the head!”
Boy 412 gave a wild swipe with his broom handle at the advancing bug but missed. Nicko aimed a blow, but the bug swerved at the last moment, shrieking and waving its sword at Boy 412. Boy 412 stared in disbelief at the bug, terribly aware of the bug’s pointy sword.
“Keep still!” said Aunt Zelda in a hoarse whisper. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”
Boy 412 watched, horrified, as the bug landed on his shoulder and advanced purposefully toward his neck, raising its sword like a dagger.
Jenna sprang forward.
“No!” she yelled. The bug turned toward its Releaser. It didn’t understand what Jenna said, but as she clamped her hand over it, the bug sheathed its sword and curled itself obediently into a ball. Boy 412 sat down on the floor with a bump.
Aunt Zelda was ready with the empty Pot, and Jenna tried to stuff the curled-up Shield Bug into it. It wouldn’t go in. First one arm stayed out, then another. Jenna folded both arms in, only to find that a big green foot had kicked its way out of the jar. Jenna pushed and squeezed, but the Shield Bug struggled and fought against going back into the Pot with all its might.
Jenna was afraid it might suddenly turn nasty and use its sword, but desperate as the bug was to stay out of the Pot, it never unsheathed its sword. The safety of its Releaser was its prime concern. And how could the Releaser be safe if its protector was back in its Pot?
“You’ll have to let it stay out,” sighed Aunt Zelda. “I’ve never known anyone able to put one back. I sometimes think they are more trouble than they’re worth. Still, Marcia was very insistent. As always.”
“But what about Boy 412?” asked Jenna. “If it stays out, won’t it just keep attacking him?”
“Not now that you’ve taken it off him. It should be all right.”
Boy 412 looked unimpressed. “Should” was not quite what he wanted to hear. “Definitely” was more what he had in mind.
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