Free Clearheart by Edrei Cullen Page B

chart into your back pocket before we left,’ said Harold, sounding rather proud of himself.

    â€˜You utterly brilliant frog!’ said Charlie, feeling the spell chart there and pulling it out. But he couldn’t see it.
    â€˜Try letting go of it,’ said Harold. Charlie did and, sure enough, as soon as he was not in contact with it the chart debongled at once. It lay on the grass, shining in the moonlight.
    Seeing the spell chart land on the grass out of nowhere, Toby scrambled out of the water.
    â€˜I’m going to get in such trouble,’ he cried, spooked by what he had just seen. He set back off across the vegetable gardens towards Hedgeberry, unable to see either of the two Bongled children (though he could hear voices coming from somewhere). ‘Such trouble,’ he cried.
    Charlie and Ella looked about uncertainly. They were beginning to debongle. Ella picked up the spell chart. It sparkled magically. She thought of Dixon and her hair flared up about her. The tingling sensation began again in her neck, around her ears, across her shoulders. She had to find him. But she didn’t have a clue what to do. So she closed her eyes and thought back to her dream. She remembered the Spanish Elves and the castanet full of water and how they had told her it wasn’t wrong to wish for something.
    She opened her eyes and tweaked her ear. It was worth a shot. Reading with difficultly in the moonlight, she muttered the spell out loud.
    â€˜I wish we were with Don Posiblemente,’ she added, tweaking her ear with two fingers. Grabbing about wildly until she found Charlie’s barely visible hand, she jumped into the cold depths of the spring, hoping to goodness the spell chart would survive the journey.

    In the shadows of a mulberry bush near the school building, a collection of white elves rushed about in ever-decreasing circles, trying to find their ward. One minute she had been there, talking to somebody, the next she was gone. ‘I think there must be something in the water here on Earth,’ their captain declared. ‘For I am having a lot of trouble thinking straight these days.’

chapter 10
prophecies & possibilities
    â€˜Well that is certainly not the usual way to travel through water,’ said Don Posiblemente, looking up at the children fondly as they both debongled fully at the top of his stairwell. He wore a long brown dressing gown, and as the children descended the stairs they noticed that his thick beard and curly hair smelt of spices and honey. His brown eyes twinkled under thick eyebrows and his ears shifted back and forth as he scratched his chin. Charlie raised his own meagre eyebrows as he noticed how big Don Posiblemente’s were. ‘You are most lucky that your Clearhearted energy was so potently sent across the channels. I was just about to go to bed.’

    Don Posiblemente ushered the children down the stairs and into the drawing room. Charlie and Ella stood by the Don’s sofa while his companion Carmen, a dwarf lady, passed pussy willow over them, Harold and the spell chart.
    â€˜It’s interesting,’ said Don Posiblemente, ‘I have been keeping my staircase open lately, for no particular reason, with my dear Literditty friends on standby for any signals. You remember the Literditties, don’t you Ella? Imps that read a lot. They help me with my research.’ Don Posiblemente pointed to a delightful little imp dressed in aquamarine with oversized glasses, inky hands and a gracefully pointed face. The Literditty bowed his head politely to the children. ‘I believe you made a surprise visit the other day, my dear,’ he said. ‘I told them not to send you away next time. And here you are.’

    Charlie and Ella stared up at him innocently, relieved and surprised to find themselves in the warm, solid confines of Don Posiblemente’s drawing room. His deep mahogany voice was reassuring to them both. The experience