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  The Night of the Solstice

  L.J. SMİTH

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  Smith, L. J. (Lisa J.).

  The night of the solstice.

  Summary: Four children set out to rescue a sorceress

  held captive in a parallel world.

  ISBN 0-02-785840-5 (hc)

  [1. Fantasy. 2. Brothers and sisters—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.S6537Ni 1987 [Fic] 87-11068

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  This book is for Julie,

  without whose insightful criticism,

  stubborn optimism, and all-around heroism

  it would never have been written.

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 The Vixen

  Chapter 2 The Summons

  Chapter 3 The Story

  Chapter 4 The Police

  Chapter 5 The Spell

  Chapter 6 The Hidden Room

  Chapter 7 A Shard of Human Bone

  Chapter 8 The Making of the Amulet

  Chapter 9 The First Mirror

  Chapter 10 The Question Game

  Chapter 11 Shadows on the Wall

  Chapter 12 The Third Mirror

  Chapter 13 Outside in the Wildworld

  Chapter 14 Marsh and Wood

  Chapter 15 Castle

  Chapter 16 Elwyn Silverhair

  Chapter 17 The Solstice

  Chapter 18 The Gold Staff

  Chapter 19 Heart of Valor

  Chapter 20 The Mirror Mistress

  Chapter 21 The Secret of the Mirrors

  The Night of the Solstice

  Chapter 1

  THE VIXEN

  The vixen was waiting.

  Dappled sunlight fell around her onto the soft dirt beneath the orange trees, gilding her russet fur and striking an occasional brief gleam from her yellow eyes. She had waited here in the orchard since dawn and she was prepared to go on waiting until moonset if necessary. She required only one child, but that child must be alone, and there must be no other human on the street to bear witness.

  She was very tired.

  At last the front door of the house across the street opened. A ripple of tension went through the vixen’s body, starting at the tip of her tail and racing upward to set her sensitive whiskers aquiver. Her silken ears strained forward as a figure emerged from the house.

  It was the young one, the smallest one. And she was alone.

  The vixen’s teeth clicked together gently.

  Claudia was on her way to the mailbox. It was a cool Saturday morning in December; her father was reading the newspaper, her mother was in the darkroom, Alys was playing tennis, Charles was still in bed, and Janie was—well, Janie was doing whatever it was Janie did. So Claudia, who always had free time, had been delegated to get the mail.

  She never saw the animal until it was upon her.

  It happened all at once, just as she was taking two handfuls of letters out of the box. It happened so quickly that she had no time to scream or even to be frightened. With one smooth motion the animal sprang at her, and she felt the brush of hard teeth against her knuckles, and then it was past her.

  Claudia sat down hard and unexpectedly, biting her tongue. The pain of this brought tears to her eyes as she looked at the creature which had frightened her.

  It was a fox, or at least it looked like the foxes she had seen at the exhibit in Irvine Park. A fox had jumped on her. Claudia’s first impulses were to run into the house and tell someone about it and to cry.

  Two things stopped her. The first was that the fox was beautiful. Its glossy fur was red as fire and its eyes were like golden jewels. Its slim body looked lithe and strong and very, very competent. The wildness of it took her breath away.

  The second thing was that the fox was trotting off with one of her letters in its mouth.

  Claudia’s mouth opened and shut. She looked around the street for someone with whom to share this extraordinary sight, but there was no one. When she looked back at the fox, it had stopped and was facing her again, watching her with its golden eyes. When it saw it had her attention, it turned and walked a few steps away, looking over its shoulder.

  Slowly, Claudia got up. She took a step toward the fox.

  The fox took two steps away.

  Claudia stopped.

  The fox stopped.

  “Hey,” said Claudia. She couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Hey,” she said again.

  The fox dropped the letter and looked at her, panting gently.

  This time it let her get within arm’s reach before it moved, and then it nipped the letter from the ground and scampered down the road.

  But always it looked over its shoulder, as if to make sure she was coming.

  It led her down Taft Avenue and up Center Street. It led her past the orange grove, past the quiet houses, and past the vacant lot, until it came to the hill. And then it disappeared.

  There were no cross streets here, only a tall iron gate. Behind the gate was a gravel road which led up to a huge old house. Claudia hesitated, standing first on one foot, then on the ot
her. Children weren’t allowed to go near the old house on the hill, not even on Halloween. Strange stories were told about the woman who lived there.

  But the fox had Claudia’s letter, and the fox was beautiful.

  Claudia squeezed between the bars of the gate.

  The gravel road was long and steep as it climbed the hill. Tall trees overhung it, and Claudia had the odd feeling as she walked that the trees were closing in behind her, cutting her off from the rest of Villa Park.

  Rising above the trees at the top of the hill was the house, with its massive walls of gray stone and its four tall turrets. Claudia slipped through another gate. In the distance she caught a glimpse of red, and she followed it all the way around the towering house to the back. And there was the fox, caught between Claudia and a huge wooden door. If it ran, she thought, it would have to run toward her.

  But, as Claudia hurried forward to trap it, the fox darted through the half-open door into the house.

  Claudia clapped her hand to her mouth. Then she crept to the door and peeked inside.

  The house was dark and still. When her eyes had adjusted to the dimness she saw the fox sitting in the middle of an enormous room looking at her, the letter between its front paws.

  A tingling feeling started between Claudia’s shoulder blades and spread down to her palms and up her neck. Sunlight and open air were right behind her, and for a moment she thought she would just run back down the road to Center Street.

  Instead she put one foot inside the doorway.

  The tingling feeling grew stronger. Outside, the wind seemed to hold its breath. Inside, the house was empty and echoing, and the air was cool.

  Claudia looked at the fox and the fox looked at Claudia. And then Claudia took another step and both her feet were inside the house.

  “Right!” said the fox. “Now stay in!”

  Chapter 2

  THE SUMMONS

  There were four children in the Hodges-Bradley household. Their mother, who had been Dr. Eileen Bradley before she married, and their father, who had been Mr. Michael Hodges, had planned it this way. They’d decided to have a nice big family so that no child of theirs would ever be lonely for lack of a brother or sister as a playmate. Consequently they were a little disappointed when their children, though generally cheerful and obliging, showed no inclination whatsoever to play together. It wasn’t that the children disliked each other; there was simply too much difference in their ages and interests.

  Claudia thought about this as she slowly walked home from the house on the hill, a very damp and crumpled letter clutched in her hand. She thought about it because her brother and sisters had suddenly become terribly important to her. And the reason they had become important was that the fox wanted them.

  No, not fox, she corrected herself. Vixen. That was what the animal had called herself when Claudia asked. “I am a vixen, a female fox,” she had replied with a quiver of her nostrils, and Claudia had immediately recognized that a vixen was a very grand and glorious thing to be.

  “I want you to come back here,” the vixen had said, “sometime after sunset. Say, as near to seven o’clock as you can manage. And I want you to bring your brother and sisters. Can you do it?”

  And Claudia had said she could do it. She had given her word. And now she was faced with the problem of how to do it, how to explain to the others, who were old enough to be skeptical about magic, so they would understand.

  Alys was the oldest. She was tall and fair-haired and graceful. This year she had started high school and she was captain of a girls’ soccer team called the Blue Demons, and vice-president of her class. Alys was kind to Claudia, but she was the sort of girl adults called “practical” and “responsible.” Alys, thought Claudia, did not believe in magic.

  You could tell at a glance that Charles was Alys’s younger brother. Charles could do almost everything, but he usually didn’t. He called this being “laid-back.” Charles rather thought he might be a famous artist someday, and in the meantime he drew a comic strip, Hugo the Hippopotamus, for the junior-high-school newspaper. He liked science fiction. Science fiction, thought Claudia hopefully, was a little bit like magic.

  Claudia herself wasn’t talented, or a great athlete, or even tall. But her chunky little body was just right for rough-and-tumble sports and she never gave up. Sometimes Claudia’s mother would ruffle her hair and say that Claudia was solid. Claudia wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by this, but she liked the sound of it.

  And then there was Janie. Nothing in the world seemed less likely, but Janie and Charles were twins. Janie was small and thin and dark and quiet, with tangled black hair which hung down her back. Her purple eyes looked at you as if they knew you and didn’t like you much. When Janie had been Claudia’s age some people at school had given her a test, and then they had called Janie’s parents and told them that Janie was a genius, which everyone already knew anyway. Janie scorned magic.

  Charles, Claudia decided, was the one most likely to believe her. She decided to tell him just as soon as her parents went out to dinner, and afterward they could tell the others together. But at six o’clock, just as Claudia was trying to get Charles away from Janie and the TV, Alys walked into the family room carrying an overnight bag.

  “Where are you going?” gasped Claudia.

  “To spend the night with my friend Geri Crowle,” said Alys absently, rummaging about in the bag.

  Claudia’s throat constricted and her heart began to pound. Alys couldn’t spend the night with her friend Geri Crowle.

  “You can’t go!” she said to Alys. “I mean—you can’t go yet. I mean … Alys, I have something to tell you.”

  Alys blinked at her and the others looked up curiously. This wasn’t how she’d wanted to do it, not facing all of them at once. But she had no choice.

  “Something happened to me today,” she said at last.

  “Yes?” said Alys. She took a brush out of the bag and began to brush her hair.

  Claudia decided to try another tack. “What do you think,” she said carefully, “is the most wonderfulest, specialest, excitingest thing in the world?”

  “A horse,” said Alys.

  “The Hope Diamond,” said Janie.

  “Kryptonite?” said Charles.

  They laughed. Claudia stood very still, unsmiling.

  “It’s magic,” she said flatly. “And I’ve found it.”

  “Oh!” said Alys. She smiled suddenly, a nice smile. “What kind of magic?”

  A great rushing warmth filled Claudia’s chest. She had been just about dead certain that Alys wouldn’t believe her. “It’s a talking vixen,” she said eagerly, leaning forward. “I was getting the mail this morning, and she took a letter from me. She talked to me. And she wants to meet you.”

  Alys’s face changed. “Uh … sure, Claude, but you know I was just leaving. Maybe I could meet her tomorrow.”

  “But, Alys. She’s in terrible trouble of some kind. She has to talk to all of us right away, tonight.”

  “Well, I’m kind of in a rush but … hey, isn’t that her over there by the couch?”

  Claudia looked. There was nothing by the couch.

  “Uh, sure it is,” said Charles, who was looking at Alys. “Look, Claude, here’s your friend. How’s it going, Foxy Lady?” He smiled politely at empty air, and shook hands.

  Suddenly Claudia understood. She felt hideously ashamed and hot tears flooded her eyes. “I’m not a liar!”

  “Oh, bunny,” said Alys. “It isn’t lies. It’s like when Charles makes up stories about Hugo. It shows you’re creative.”

  Claudia began to cry. She didn’t mean to. The lump in her throat rose up and swelled and blurred her vision. They didn’t believe her, and they wouldn’t come, and she’d promised the vixen. The vixen was waiting. She threw back her head and howled.

  “Claudia!”

  She went on crying. She ran into the corner and hid in the window seat. Between sobs she could hear Alys and
Charles and Janie talking.

  “Claudia … crying! Claudia never cries.”

  “Maybe she’s having some sort of a mental breakdown.”

  “Janie, shut up! There’s something wrong. Uh … Claude?” Alys’s voice cut through Claudia’s howling. “Who else was around when you met this magic vixen?”

  “No-nobody,” Claudia choked out. “I was alone with her in the old house on the hill.”

  Alys was shocked. “You know you’re not supposed to go near there! What about the strange woman who lives in that house?”

  “She wasn’t home. I didn’t see her.”

  “But you went inside?”

  “The vixen t-t-took me!”

  “Alys,” said Charles, “somebody in that house is up to something.”

  “Fed her hallucinogenic drugs, maybe.”

  “You have such charming ideas, Janie,” said Alys. Then she added, “Charles, this sounds a lot like some of your friends playing pranks to me.”

  “My friends? What about your friends? Who hung the Blue Demons banner from the top of the Villa Park clock tower? Who—”

  “Whoever it is,” Alys interrupted hastily, “they shouldn’t be messing around with little kids. I mean, Claudia’s only seven. It isn’t right.”

  Charles’s eyes gleamed with fun. “Maybe you ought to go over there and tell them that.”

  “Go over there? When I’m already late—”

  “It’s probably all in her head, anyway,” said Janie.

  Alys, who had been leaning over to pick up her bag, suddenly stopped. She looked at Janie in annoyance. Then she looked sharply at Claudia, who looked back at her hopelessly, with her heart in her eyes.

  There was a pause.

  With a tremendous sigh, Alys let the bag thump to the floor.

  “Okay, Claude,” she said. “You can stop crying. You win. We’re all going with you to see this magic vixen.”

  Charles and Janie put up an argument. Claudia hung on the fringe of the group, tears drying on her cheeks. She didn’t care what they thought as long as they came.

  At last Janie and Charles gave in.