The Islands of the Blessed by Nancy Farmer

raised his staff in the moonlight at the edge of the wood. “I command you by root, by stone, by sea!” he cried.
    A darkness solidified under the trees.
Who calls?
said a voice filled with stones scoured clean of life.
    â€œI am the heir of Amergin,” said the Bard. Jack looked up, amazed. “I am here to listen to your plea for justice.”
    Deep was my love; bitter was my fate,
said the
draugr. My bones washed up on my father’s shore, and great was his grief as he laid me in a tomb. He did not seal it, for he knew I could not rest. Until justice is done, I may not be born anew into the world.
    â€œFair enough,” said the Bard, “but you can’t go around killing things. That only ties you more firmly to this existence.”
    The mist on the ground thickened. Tendrils of it reached up to brush Jack’s legs, and he unconsciously felt for the rune of protection that no longer hung around his neck.
    I don’t believe you,
said the
draugr.
    â€œIt’s the truth,” the old man said. “Each murder carries its own cry for justice against
you.
Already you have forfeited the right to Father Severus’s life—do not dispute it!” he shouted as the darkness swelled and branches snapped.
    Who are you to stand in my way? I will take my revenge where I will.
The trees groaned as they were forced apart. A portion of sky over the woodland turned black.
    â€œI am the emissary of the life force! I stand against Unlife! If you wish to return with the sun, you must listen to me!”
    The mist billowed up, pressing against Jack’s chest until he struggled to breathe.
    The Bard raised his staff. “Do not force me to subdue you!”
    A howl as terrifying as the one Jack had heard before filled the night. Deer crashed out of the hazel wood. Badgers, foxes, a wolf, and three figures that looked almost human bounded over the fields. Jack wanted to run as well, but he couldn’t desert the Bard.
    The old man lifted both arms and lightning flickered around his body. He towered up fully, as large as the darkness. Now it was impossible to tell which was more terrible. For a moment the two faced each other, and the ground trembled, and the air shook. Then the howling stopped. The mist evaporated, and the darkness shrank until it was no taller than a woman.
    Good fear-spell,
thought Jack, dimly aware that he had fallen to his knees. The Bard was his normal size again, but a light still glimmered about his robes.
    â€œThat’s better,” the old man said. “In a few weeks’ time I shall be traveling north to see Severus. Justice demands that he pay for what he did to you, but the form of his punishment is yet hidden from me. It will happen as it is meant to happen.”
    I have waited so long,
said a voice no longer full of death, but like a young and sorrowful woman.
I loved him deeply.
    â€œYou must be patient, child. No more killing. Lie still under the wandering clouds until I summon you. I swear before the councils of the nine worlds that I will see you safely to your long rest.”
    A sigh like a wave gently withdrawing from a sandy beach flowed over the hazel wood. The darkness thinned until it became only an ordinary tangle of bushes and trees. A frog cheeped from a hidden stream. The Bard lowered his arms, groaning slightly with the effort. “What I wouldn’t give for a cup of hot cider right now,” he muttered, leaning heavily on his staff.
    â€œThat was wonderful!” Jack cried, rushing to help him.
    â€œIt was, wasn’t it? Haven’t lost the old touch, thank whatever gods and goddesses are listening,” said the Bard. “I’m able to walk on my own, lad. You carry the bell, and for Heaven’s sake, don’t let it ring. You can come out now, my friends,” he called over the dark fields.
    In the distance Jack saw two blobby shapes pop out of the ground.

Chapter Ten

THE HOBGOBLINS