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Authors: Jenny Nimmo

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The Secret Kingdom

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The Secret Kingdom
first published in Great Britain 2011 by Egmont UK Limited 239 Kensington High Street London W8 6SA

Text copyright © 2011 Jenny Nimmo

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First e-book edition May 2011

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For Rhiannon, with love

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One: The Forest-Jinni

Chapter Two: The Moon Spider’s Web

Chapter Three: Sandstorm

Chapter Four: Voices in the Cave

Chapter Five: The Ring

Chapter Six: The Hunter

Chapter Seven: Sun Cat, Flame Chin and : Star

Chapter Eight: The House of Bones

Chapter Nine: The Girl in the Cage

Chapter Ten: ‘You are a King’!

Chapter Eleven: The Angel on the Roof

Chapter Twelve: Poisoned

Chapter Thirteen: The Sorcerer

Chapter Fourteen: Zobayda’s Dream

Chapter Fifteen: The Black Beast

Chapter Sixteen: The Sign of the Serpent

Chapter Seventeen: The Golden Castle

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Chapter One
The Forest-Jinni

There was once a secret kingdom. It was hidden from the world by a forest as wide and as deep as a sea. The people who lived there had never known war, but they had heard of it. Stories of terrible strife and cruelty in the outside world had been passed down from the ancestors who had founded the kingdom. And so, although the people had never fought a battle, they could imagine it. They kept their spears polished to a high degree, and they painted fierce animals on their stout wooden shields. They even posted a watch in the tall towers that stood at each of the four corners of the palace.

The king was everything a king should be. Standing a head taller than most of his subjects, he was wise and just and dignified. He favoured brightly coloured robes and golden jewellery which he wore looped in long ropes
around his neck and in wide bracelets on his arms. Yet the crown he wore was a slim, gold band, almost hidden in his thick black hair. It was a thousand years old and had once adorned the head of the first ruler of the secret kingdom.

The queen was a mystery. She was a very quiet woman, given to dreaming. It was believed that the king had chosen her for her exceptional beauty, but this was only part of the truth. He loved her for her fine mind, her kindness and the magical quality of her voice.

The king and queen had one child: Princess Zobayda, who was two years old. Another baby was on the way but, for some reason, the imminent birth of this second child filled the queen with anxiety. It was the hottest time of the year, and yet the queen could not stop shivering. All day she paced the palace, muttering to herself. At night she cried in her sleep and called out, ‘Save him! Save my son!’

The king begged his wife to tell him about her nightmares. What was it that she feared so much? She was strong and healthy. Their kingdom was safe, and he tried to give her everything that she wished for. Why was she so worried about a child who had not even been born?

The queen could not say. She forgot her dreams as soon as she woke up, and did not understand why she found herself eroding the patterns on the tiled floor with her endless pacing. She had worn out one hundred pairs of shoes, and now went barefoot. Her feet were sore and blistered, and still she paced. Sometimes the king felt dizzy watching his restless wife.

One night a great storm blew up. The wind raged across the secret kingdom, uprooting trees and sending rivers of water through the streets. Thunder roared endlessly and lightning flashed across the land, turning night into day.

The windows in the palace were shuttered and barred and the king and queen sat close together on a low couch laden with gold embroidered cushions. For once the queen was motionless. She listened to the wind, leaning slightly, as though she were hearing voices.

‘What do they say?’ asked the king, half in jest. He took his wife’s hand. ‘Do they …?’ he began.

‘Sssssh!’ hissed his wife. ‘Something is coming!’

At that instant, the shutters cracked apart and something flew into the room. It lay, face down, its ragged wings spread against the marble floor. The wings
were not feathered, but as fine and delicate as a moth’s. They sprouted from the being’s bony shoulders; dark, earth-coloured wings with pearly veins. The rest of the body was covered in a greyish silk which, at first, appeared like a fine mist, but gradually settled around the stranger’s body, revealing its puny form.

The royal couple stared at the creature as it slowly folded its wings and pulled itself into a kneeling position. Even the king was speechless.

The little being raised its head and gazed at the queen. It had mottled grey skin and huge saffron-coloured eyes. Its long nose was narrow, the tip overhanging its thin gash of a mouth. Its tiny ears rested in cavities on either side of its head, and it had no hair at all.

In spite of the creature’s disturbing features, the queen was not alarmed. ‘What has happened to you?’ she asked gently.

The creature crawled towards the queen and grabbed the hem of her robe. ‘Forgive,’ he said. ‘I had nowhere to go, nowhere at all. They pursue me everywhere.’

‘Who pursues you?’ asked the king, a little roughly. ‘My people harm no one, even … even …’

‘A jinni?’

‘Indeed, a jinni, if that is what you are?’

‘A forest-jinni.’ The creature’s voice had an echo, a distant cascade of tiny bells that enchanted the queen. ‘There is only one of us … now.’ His frail wings drooped.

‘You appear to be lost,’ said the queen. ‘How can we help you?’

‘Lost, lost. I am lost.’ Two fat tears rolled down the jinni’s mottled cheeks. ‘I flew above the forest. I dared not stop. For days and days I travelled through the air. I could hear them below me. They would not let me rest. And then the wind caught me. It hurled me into your beautiful kingdom.’ The jinni paused and took a breath. ‘And now I am here. At your majesties’ mercy.’ He bowed his head.

The king stroked his chin and glanced at his wife. The recent lines of weariness and apprehension had left her face.

‘I shall tell a servant to prepare a bed for you,’ said the queen. ‘If, indeed, you are used to such things. And some food. What do you like to eat, Forest-jinni?’

‘Fruit?’ said the jinni tentatively. More tears formed in the corners of his orange-yellow eyes, and he looked up at the coloured tiles that patterned the ceiling
above him. ‘I have not known kindness for so long, it bewilders me.’

‘Everyone deserves kindness,’ said the queen. ‘Without it, we would die.’

The king rang a small bell, placed on a table at his side, and a servant appeared. When the man saw the jinni, he gave a gasp of horror.

‘We have a guest,’ the queen said firmly. ‘Bring us a tray of fruit and have a bed prepared for him. Treat our visitor exactly as you would treat me, with respect.’

‘Yes, Majesty.’ The servant blinked at the jinni and retreated.

That night the queen had her first peaceful sleep in months. The storm rolled away and in the morning the kingdom was bathed in a gentle, sunlit mist.

When the queen went to see if the jinni was awake, she found him curled in the very centre of the large bed. His wings were folded neatly behind him, and he appeared to be fast asleep. Realising the creature must be very tired, the queen tiptoed away.

The jinni slept for three days. When he woke up, his wings had brightened and his mottled skin had taken on a healthy tinge of brown. He was given a large tray of
fruit for breakfast, and a cup of crystal-clear water.

After breakfast the jinni announced that he must return to the forest. It was his home, and he must face whatever danger awaited him there.

‘But it seems that
they
– whoever they are – will do you some terrible injury,’ said the queen. ‘Why else would you try so desperately to escape them? Do not leave us, Forest-jinni. You can stay here for as long as you want.’

The jinni shook his head. ‘They will never stop searching for me. Sooner or later they would come upon your peaceful kingdom and destroy it.’

‘Who?’ the king asked, frowning. ‘Who are these creatures bent on destruction?’

‘They are called viridees,’ replied the jinni. ‘They live deep in the forest, in the damp darkness that breeds rot and decay. They are sorcerers. They can take the shape of trees or plants or any green, growing thing, and they can live for two hundred years or more. There is great goodness in the forest; there is beauty and kindness.’ The jinni put his palms together, so that one hand lay on top of the other. ‘And then there is the other side.’ He turned his hands so that the upper hand lay underneath. ‘Where there is one, there is always its shadow.’

The king and queen stared at the forest-jinni in horrified fascination but, throwing his arms wide, the jinni said, ‘Don’t despair. I will leave your kingdom before they can follow, and I shall give you my treasures.’

‘Your treasures?’ said the king. Was it possible that treasures were hidden in those thin, misty garments?

The jinni looked eagerly at the queen, his eyes alight with excitement. ‘You are soon to have a child,’ he said. ‘It will be a boy, and you want him to be wonderful.’

‘Yes!’ The queen clutched the edge of her seat and returned the jinni’s earnest gaze. ‘But more than anything, I want him to be safe. I am so afraid for him. I do not know why. My fear is foolish … irrational.’

‘You can sense what might be,’ replied the jinni. ‘But I can change the future for you.’ From the floating folds of his robe he withdrew a length of fine silvery gossamer. As he turned it in his hands, each tiny thread glittered with a different colour. The queen caught her breath. She had never seen anything so magical.

‘This was made by the last moon spider,’ said the jinni. ‘Never again will cobwebs like these adorn the
forest. For the moon spiders have all gone. The evil ones realised, too late, that they had killed something that could have saved them.’

‘And will this protect our son?’ asked the king. ‘He might not be the sort of boy who wants to wear a cobweb all his life.’

‘No need.’ The jinni smiled. ‘Wrap him in the web the moment he is born, and do not remove it until he smiles for the first time.’

‘Is that all?’ the queen asked doubtfully. ‘And will he be protected from everything?’

‘As long as he carries the web when he is in danger. But there is something else,’ the jinni said gleefully. ‘Your son will also be a marvellous magician. For I have splashed the web with the tears of creatures that have never been seen, and I have dipped it in dew caught on petals of flowers that will soon disappear from the world.’ He smiled wistfully. ‘Just like me, the last forest-jinni.’ He laid the shimmering silk on the queen’s lap.

The queen stared at the web for a moment, unable to speak or to touch it. And then a thought occurred to her, and she said, ‘We also have a daughter, Zobayda.
Can you give her the same protection and the same gifts as our son?’

The jinni held the queen’s gaze for several seconds. He appeared to be reading her future. ‘It is too late for Zobayda,’ he said at last. ‘A child must be touched by the web before two years have passed. But I have this.’ And from his garment he pulled a tiny sliver of silk. ‘Wind this around the princess’s finger,’ he said, ‘and she will have magic at her fingertips.’

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