Jack felt hot, he opened his eyes, birding song like flooding into thetree house. He and Anne were wearing long cloak ropes tight withcords. They were white head cloves, and pointing slip on shoes.
Jack’s backpack turned into a ladder shoulder pack bag.
We looked like character that Merlin’s book gave us. Said Anne.
tails from aribin rits.
Yeah. Like the lad of Ali Baba. Said jack.
Shading their eyes from sunny bright, jack and Anne squirmed outof the window. They had landed on the spiky crownedof palm tree.
It was the tallest tree in the columns of the palm trees. Raw thrushand slashed green grass scull under the trees. A small springpopped up from the ground surrounding the palm trees miles andmiles of squashing sand.
It doesn’t like a golden age to me. Said Anne.
Yeah. It’s Baghdad. Asked jack.
He picked their research book and opened it to the first page heread aloud:
From seven hundred and sixty two AD to twelve hundred andeighty eight AD the area of the golden ago. Through that timetheruler known as caliph governed the empire that stretched forthousand miles. The capital of the empire was the city of Baghdadan important center for learning and trade.
Jack cloded up.
So the caliph was the ruler. He said. And they probably livedinBaghdad.
Yeah! But how do we get there? Asked Anne.
Patience. Said jack. Remember on our last mission, we learned wehave to do thing in order that one thing at a time.
He read the first part of Merlin’s instructions:
Ride the ship of the desertOnthe cost of our nightRight to the dust on morning lightI wonder what the ship of the desert is? Or shepherd? Said jacklooking up.
Well, what ever it is, I am sure you will find it. Naturally. Anne saidslowly as she tried to some patienceWe could just sit here and keep an eye out for big bolt.
Or..
Or what? Said jack.
Maybe we could use one of teddy and catherine’s magic realmsNot yet. Said jack.
Merlin said we have to use the magic realms wisely. We just gothere we used two realms on our lastmission and we only haveeight left between three.
Ok! Ok! Anne broke in. we could use them realms with absolutelynothing could go to do. Right?
Right. Said jack.
So? Said Anne. what do you think we should doWe could stop or stair working. Said jack.
Work where? Said Anne. which ways back to ...
Jack looked out the window, the yawn the palm trees was nothingbut sand and sky. In the distance were lonely dunes the desert wasnearly silent.
We couldn’t ... jack couldn’t think anything else.
We could reads the realm book. He said.
Jack pulled the book of magic realms out of his backpack, he andAnne read it on the table of the room, and read it together.
Make a stone come to live, read AnneThere was our last mission we can do that again.
It wouldn’t help any way . said jack.
He looked at another realmBent the arms red, already done that tooTurn it to ducks! Read Anne.
She looked at jack,No he saidMa’am can not be ma’am. Read AnneNothing needs mending. Said jack.
How about this one? Said Anne.
Make helpers of people out of no wire.
Well. Said jack . maybe.
It’s perfect. Said AnneThat’s what we’re no wire. I be sure we can use some helpers.
Ok. Said jack. I have read teddy and Catherine’s book in hersaluke language.
Ok. Said Anne.
she turned to the page of realm, she held book to jack. Jack readaloud in voice.
From far beyond the helpers here,Then Anne read,Ha..yee..bey, ha..yee..killer.
The second Anne finished the realm, wind gusted from the outside,blew the crowd of cloud of sand to the window. The wind shook thepalm trees and sent blow Anne’s eyes.
Ah... she said.
Get back! Cried jack.
Jack and Anne jumped away from the window, they pressedthemselves against the window, wall, covered themselves in places.
Gridding sands kept blowing into the tree house.
It’s a sand storm. Cried jack.
The hug hot sand piled up of floor, then the wind died down as itsuddenly started. The palm tree stopped shaking, jack and Annelooked out of the window. The air was squeak with the dusts,making it hard to see. But the sand storm was still.
I think it was over. Said Anne.
I hope so. Said jack. Why did our magic realm carried us to sandstorm as the helpers?
I don’t know. Said Anne maybe we set it wrong.
Jack brushed the sand of their research book, and looked up at thesand storm through the index.
He found the right page and read:
The season of the sand storm was began on the desert of earlyFebruary, and it continues all spring. Winds can blow as fast asforty mile per hour. Sand storm can easily cause travelers to losetheir way in the desert.
I don’t understand. Said jack. We don’t need lose our way. We needfind our way.
Just as the song sounds came from outside. Jack and Anne lookedout of the window. Through the hails hills, they saw four riders sathigh on the camels. The riders wore black colored robes behindthem dozen more camelswas retired loaded down at the saddlebags.
As the camels swamp from side to side, bells tinkled from theirnecks.
Helpers! She said. |