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Secret Speakers

Secret Speakers

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Set free after spending nine years in a cellar, thirteen-year old Fair O'Nelli discovers a deep dark secret the parents of Cloven Grave know nothing about, where the key to survival is seeing things through new eyes.
Set free after spending nine years in a cellar, thirteen-year old Fair O'Nelli discovers a deep dark secret the parents of Cloven Grave know nothing about, where the key to survival is seeing things through new eyes.

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Published by: KareyShane on Mar 31, 2010
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auveren ran with Fair on his back.

Their only route of escape was
the front gate. The only way to
get to the front gate was
alongside the castle wall. “But
what about everyone down in the

caves, Sauveren?” said Fair.

“I know. But you and I have a journey to take, Little

Sparrow.”

Fair wondered how he knew to call her that, then
realized he had been paying attention all along, even
when she was a small girl on her father’s lap. When he
would hold her close and whisper that name.
“But we . . . I won’t . . .” she couldn’t seem to find
her words. Then she said, “I mean, I won’t leave unless
they can come, too.”
Sauveren stopped running and turned around. He said,
“You have a good heart. There is a way.” He ran back the
way they had just come, and he sniffed along the western
wall until he came to a spot where it looked as though
ivy grew out onto the ground. He pawed at the mass of
viney shadows, revealing an opening in the wall. There
was no door or gate, so they easily slipped through. He
turned around and pulled the vines back into place with
his paw.

“Still, now Fair. We are in a tunnel. Lie flat against
my back so you don’t hit your head.”

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The space grew lower and lower, and soon Fair
could sense that the roof of the tunnel was just above her
head. Sauveren began to lower himself and creep on all
fours.

Soon, the space began to get a bit larger. Fair could
smell the stink of the caves wafting up the tunnel. She
said, “I don’t like this place.” They were nearing Pewgen
Flype’s cage.

“It’s safe as long as I am with you.”
They came to the barred door, and Sauveren blew
on the latch. It unlocked with a flurry of powdery light
and they entered the room.
Pewgen Flype fell over backwards in his chair at the
sound. He did a series of flops and twists, until he was
able to see where the sound came from. Hale saw Fair
and Sauveren. He pulled at the chains around his ankles.
Pewgen Flype put his whistle to his mouth and was
ready to blow when Sauveren said, “The tongue is
undone. So let it be spoken, so let it be done.” His voice
was strong and powerful, yet quiet and comforting.
Pewgen Flype dropped the whistle. His eyes grew
round as marbles. “What the . . . ?” he began. Then his
mouth started to make strange shapes. He seemed to be
trying to chew something or spit something out. It was
hard to tell. Then he began to cough as though he were
going to gag. His tongue dropped out of his mouth,
plopped on the stone floor like a toad, and just sat there.
Completely still.

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He was so shocked that he put his chair back
upright and sat in it, not quite sure what to do. He laced
his fingers together and put them on his lap. Terrified.
“It is done,” said Sauveren.
A little smile started to form on Fair’s mouth. She
hardly dared speak. “Did you stop him?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
Fair took courage, “Send . . . send the lizards away,
Sauveren. I mean, if you can. You can do that sort of
thing, can’t you?” The sound of grating sandpaper grew
so loud that it was almost deafening. The lizards banded
together and dared Sauveren to send them away.
“Yes, when it’s a good wish.” Then, with that same
powerful, yet quiet voice, he said, “Lizards be gone, never
more to return. So let it be spoken, so let it be done.”
Sauveren began to growl as he paced the floor. A
long, deep breath like a canyon wind began to blow out
of his mouth. With it a pure, white light filled with
flecks of gold began to swirl and glide along the floor, up
walls and posts, and along the ceiling rafters. It spread
into the other chambers and down to the next level. The
lizards darted their tongues out frantically at the golden
flecks that floated around them. Like a swarm of red
ants, they began to scurry towards the square openings in
the ceiling and crawl out. As the dark swarm of lizards
grew smaller and smaller around the openings. The
sound of sandpaper grew fainter and fainter until it was
gone altogether.

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Meanwhile, the matternots in the cave sat chained
by their ankles, watching this whole scene in wonder and
disbelief. Hale could hardly stand being chained up.
Fidavine Belle’s brother spoke up and said in a rush
of words that came out in one disbelieving breath, “What
are you doing? You’re going to get a whipping, Fair . . .
and your dog . . . he can breathe gold and silver.”
Fidavine Belle added, “All . . . all the lizards ran
away! . . . and Pewgen Flype’s tongue . . . it was
disgusting!”

Everyone looked over in Pewgen Flype’s direction.
He had fainted from the shock and fallen to the floor.
Fair held onto the fur between Sauveren’s shoulders.
She turned her head here and there to listen to Fidavine
Belle and her brother.
She said, “He can? . . . They did? . . .” and felt a
smile spread across her face that was so big it felt strange.
Hale began to pull at his hair and laugh. Fidavine Belle
and her brother followed, and soon all the matternots
were laughing.

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