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went to the door. "Try to get some sleep," he said.
But Meggie didn't want to sleep. "Dustfinger! What sort of a name is that?" she asked. "And why does
he call you Silver-tongue?"
Mo did not reply.
"And this person who's looking for you тАФ I heard what Dustfinger called him. Capricorn. Who is he?"
"No one you want to meet." Her father didn't turn around. "I thought you didn't hear anything. Good
night, Meggie."
This time he left her door open. The light from the hallway fell on her bed, mingling with the darkness
of the night that seeped in through the window, and Meggie lay there waiting for the dark to disappear
and take her fear of some evil menace away with it. Only later did she understand that the evil had not
appeared for the first time that night. It had just slunk back in again.



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SECRETS

"What do these children do without storybooks?" Naftali asked.
And Reb Zebulun replied: "They have to make do. Storybooks aren't bread. You can live
without them."
"I couldn't live without them," Naftali said.
Isaac Bashevis Singer,
Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus


It was early dawn when Meggie woke up. Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the
darkness out of the hem of its garment. The alarm clock said just before five, and Meggie was going to
turn over and go back to sleep when she suddenly sensed someone else in the room. Startled, she sat up
and saw Mo standing by her open closet door.
"Hello," he said, putting her favorite sweater in a suitcase. "I'm sorry, I know it's very early, but we have
to leave. How about cocoa for breakfast?"
Still drowsy with sleep, Meggie nodded. Outside, the birds were twittering loudly as if they'd been
awake for hours. Mo put two more pairs of jeans in her suitcase, closed it, and carried it to the door.
"Wear something warm," he said. "It's chilly outside."
"Where are we going?" asked Meggie, but he had already disappeared. She looked out of the window,
feeling confused. She almost expected to see Dustfinger, but there was only a blackbird in the yard
hopping over the stones, which were wet after the rain. Meggie put on her jeans and stumbled into the
kitchen. Two suitcases, a traveling bag, and Mo's toolbox stood out in the hall.