Free Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson Page A

but he buried his head in the rich sound of the words and let himself be wrapped warmly around in the feel of the Burkes’ brilliance.
    They painted the living room gold. Leslie and Jess had wanted blue, but Bill held out for gold,which turned out to be so beautiful that they were glad they had given in. The sun would slant in from the west in the late afternoon until the room was brimful of light.
    Finally Bill rented a sander from Millsburg Plaza, and they took off the black floor paint down to the wide oak boards and refinished them.
    â€œNo rugs,” Bill said.
    â€œNo,” agreed Judy. “It would be like putting a veil on the Mona Lisa.”
    When Bill and the children had finished razor-blading the last bits of paint off the windows and washed the panes, they called Judy down from her upstairs study to come and see. The four of them sat down on the floor and gazed around. It was gorgeous.
    Leslie gave a deep satisfied sigh. “I love this room,” she said. “Don’t you feel the golden enchantment of it? It is worthy to be”—Jess looked up in sudden alarm—“in a palace.” Relief. In such a mood, a person might even let a sworn secret slip. But she hadn’t, not even to Bill and Judy, and he knew how she felt about her parents. She must have seen his anxiety because she winked at him acrossBill and Judy just as he sometimes winked at May Belle over Joyce Ann’s head. Terabithia was still just for the two of them.
    The next afternoon they called P.T. and headed for Terabithia. It had been more than a month since they had been there together, and as they neared the creek bed, they slowed down. Jess wasn’t sure he still remembered how to be a king.
    â€œWe’ve been away for many years,” Leslie was whispering. “How do you suppose the kingdom has fared in our absence?”
    â€œWhere’ve we been?”
    â€œConquering the hostile savages on our northern borders,” she answered. “But the lines of communication have been broken, and thus we do not have tidings of our beloved homeland for many a full moon.” How was that for regular queen talk? Jess wished he could match it. “You think anything bad has happened?”
    â€œWe must have courage, my king. It may indeed be so.”
    They swung silently across the creek bed. On the farther bank, Leslie picked up two sticks. “Thy sword,sire,” she whispered.
    Jess nodded. They hunched down and crept toward the stronghold like police detectives on TV.
    â€œHey, queen! Watch out! Behind you!”
    Leslie whirled and began to duel the imaginary foe. Then more came rushing upon them and the shouts of the battle rang through Terabithia. The guardian of the realm raced about in happy puppy circles, too young as yet to comprehend the danger that surrounded them all.
    â€œThey have sounded the retreat!” the brave queen cried.
    â€œYey!”
    â€œDrive them out utterly, so they may never return and prey upon our people.”
    â€œOut you go! Out! Out!” All the way to the creek bed, they forced the enemy back, sweating under their winter jackets.
    â€œAt last. Terabithia is free once more.”
    The king sat down on a log and wiped his face, but the queen did not let him rest long. “Sire, we must go at once to the grove of the pines and give thanks for our victory.”
    Jess followed her into the grove, where they stood silently in the dim light.
    â€œWho do we thank?” he whispered.
    The question flickered across her face. “O God,” she began. She was more at home with magic than religion. “O Spirits of the Grove.”
    â€œThy right arm hast given us the victory.” He couldn’t remember where he’d heard that one, but it seemed to fit. Leslie gave him a look of approval.
    She took up the words. “Now grant protection to Terabithia, to all its people, and to us its rulers.”
    â€œAroooo.”
    Jess