Septimus Heap, Book Six_ Darke - Angie Sage [16]
“Dunno,” said the bridge boy. “That’s why I come and asked.”
Gringe heaved a heavy sigh. “I better go an’ sort this,” he said, getting to his feet.
“I’ll give you a hand, Dad,” said Lucy, not wanting to be left alone with her mother.
Gringe smiled. “That’s me girl,” he said.
Gringe and Lucy found a large black horse tied up to a ring in the gatehouse wall. The horse looked at Lucy, and Lucy looked at the horse.
“Thunder!” Lucy gasped.
“Nah,” said Gringe, looking up at the clouds. “Looks more like snow to me.”
“No, Dad,” said Lucy, stroking the horse’s mane, “the horse—it’s Thunder. Simon’s horse.”
“Ah. So that’s how you got here.”
“No, Dad. I didn’t come on the horse. I took the Port barge.”
“Well, that’s good. I were a bit worried. He’s got no saddle or anything. Not safe riding like that.”
Lucy looked puzzled. She stroked Thunder’s muzzle and the horse pushed his nose into her shoulder. “Hello, Thunder,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
Thunder looked at her. There was an expression deep in the horse’s eyes that Lucy wished she understood. Simon would know, she thought. He and Thunder always knew what each other were thinking. Simon and Thunder . . . suddenly Lucy knew. “Simon! Something’s happened to Simon. Thunder’s come to tell me!”
Gringe looked concerned. Not more trouble, he thought. Mrs. Gringe was right. Ever since Lucy had met the Heap boy something was always going wrong. He looked at his daughter’s worried expression and, not for the first time, he wished she had met a nice, straightforward Castle boy all those years ago.
“Lucy, love,” he said gently. “It might not even be Thunder. There’re a lot of black horses about. And even if it is ’im, well, it don’t mean anything bad. In fact, it’s a stroke a luck. The horse got loose, it’s come all the way through the Farmlands and no one’s pinched it—which is a miracle—it’s found its way into the Castle and now it’s found you.” Gringe wanted so much to make it all right for Lucy. He smiled encouragingly. “Look, love. We’ll find ’im a saddle and all that kind of horse stuff and you can ride ’im back to the Port. Better than that smelly old barge any day.”
Lucy smiled uncertainly. She wanted everything to be all right too.
Lucy led a reluctant Thunder around to the gatehouse stable. When she left, after giving him fresh hay and water and covering him with a warm horse blanket, Thunder tried to follow her out. Lucy quickly closed the bottom half of the stable door. Thunder stuck his great head out of the open top door and looked reproachfully at her.
“Oh, Thunder, tell me Simon’s all right. Please,” she whispered.
But Thunder was saying nothing.
A few minutes later Mrs. Gringe came down to check on the stew. She was just in time to see Lucy, ribbons flying, racing off into the warren of houses that backed up to the Castle walls. Convinced that Lucy was running away again, Mrs. Gringe stomped over to the nearest stew pot and poked angrily at it. She was, however, pleased to see that the mouse had incorporated nicely into the brown sludge.
Lucy was not running away. She was heading for the steps up to the path that ran along the top of the Castle walls and would take her to the East Gate Lookout Tower—the headquarters of the Message Rat Service, run by Stanley, his four ratlets (now fully grown) and their assorted friends and hangers-on.
As Lucy strode along the walls, she composed a variety of messages to Simon. By the time she breathlessly pushed open the little door of the East Gate Lookout Tower and stepped into the Message Rat Office, she had decided on something short and simple (and also cheap): Thunder here. Are you all right? Send return message. Lu xxxxxx
Half an hour later, Stanley had just caught the mid-morning Port barge. He was unsure whether to be flattered or annoyed that Lucy had insisted that she trusted no rat but him to take the message. After half an hour spent hiding out in a fish basket, trying to avoid the barge cat, Stanley decided he was most definitely annoyed. He was going all the way to the Port just to deliver