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It moved in rhythm with winds far above, blowing among the massed leaves. The forest's lullaby soothed the weary travelers into a slumber so profound that a slight creaking of ropes and a sigh of cloven air could not waken them. The morning sun filtered through translucent tiers, millions upon millions of leaves whispering and murmuring continuously. Khazathdaur could never be truly silent. Leaves rustled in upper winds that never seemed to ruffle the airs below the leaf-canopy bringing a sound like the sifting of fingers through a coffer full of tiny crystals.
Hundreds of thousands of leaves glided slowly down as though threaded on invisible filaments. In Tahquil's breast the hard ache for the land beyond the stars drew salt water that quivered in her eyes, reflecting leaves. By the morning light the travelers saw, on the platform's opposite side, freshly heaped vegetation. There was a dazzle of white blossoms with luteous centers, and fruits like leathery gourds with skins striped and Page 30 speckled in what might have been in another light shades of madder.
There was a leafy bough from which some of the outer rind had been stripped, and three dried hollow gourds filled with pure water, and a small woven-twig cage packed with spun-silk cocoons like bonbons: pastel pink, softest saffron, palest pearl. From the calyxes of both fruit and flower trailed long beards of cellulose fibers.
Out of the blossoms arose a honey fragrance so intense as to be almost intoxicating. The travelers discovered that these nectar-brimming blooms could be eaten. The crisp autarken leaves proved edible also, tasting of sweet angelica. Slashed open, the fruits revealed dark red flesh like a wound—a meaty, palatable pulp.
The bark's inner cortex, when peeled away from the core, tasted like strips of chewy bread. Caitri slit open one of the long, oval cocoons. A pale, blind grub wriggled there, rearing its blunt head. Flinching, Caitri dropped it as if it had scalded her. They made no more attempts to dine on the cocoons. I am sated on sweetmeats," said Viviana with her mouth full of honeyed blossom. Caitri looked up at the high canopy, dim and gray, sparsely raining leaves. I fancy they all sprout in the higher regions.
I wonder how the Tree Dwellers get them down. After all, it was his voice calling us and not some pixie counterfeit luring us into Khazathdaur to meet our doom. The trows unintentionally aided us also. If they had not stolen my chatelette we would have been still sitting beside the soak when that thing called Wryneck came upon us. He might have cut us off from the forest and the Tree Dwellers' assistance.
In the jade twilight the forest world was all perpendiculars tapering down to vanishing points in darkness far below; a vertiginous perspective. On the ground, peril waited. Overhead swayed slender boughs and twigs too fragile to bear the weight of anything heavier than a possum. To either side stretched reeling chasms of air so vast that merely to look into their depths was to feel oneself falling. It seemed there was nowhere to go.
Page 31 Tahquil examined the apparatus of ropes and pulleys tied to hooks nailed into the trunk. Ropes would be useful in our situation. Perhaps we could manufacture some. This is what I know as a flying-fox. Pryderi used to have one rigged. It led from the balcony of his house to the bottom of the hill. He would let me ride it when I was a child—I liked to think I was flying. If my father had known he'd have had an apoplexy.
And see, by this mechanism this knotted ride-rope can be pulled back to its starting position when the rider has disembarked at the other end. The cables swayed almost imperceptibly, pale lines passing into an indifferent gloom beyond which a jungle of tree pillars could be dimly glimpsed. This retrieval cord will follow me.
It must be allowed to unroll freely as I go, and it must be coiled neatly when the ride-rope is brought back, or the whole operation may fail. Should the retrieval cord snag and the flying-fox be halted abruptly in mid-flight, the passenger would be flung off. There is no safety cord to hitch us on. Are we nought but flotsam on this quest, to be tossed about at the whim of contingencies not subject to our command? Methinks the only choice I have made so far was to accompany you, my lady, and yet even that was not a choice, for I could not in all conscience do otherwise.
I searched for the stolen children for seven years but how could I not seek them? I entered the Fair Realm but how could I resist the chance to save them? I chose to leave the Fair Realm at the last Page 32 moment, but even then, if I examine my heart, I know I had to leave and in truth it was no choice. Perhaps you are right. If we have no say in where the road takes us, at least we can decide how to place our feet and what to look at along the way.
That will be the signal for you to start hauling. Fare thee well. As she left the platform she tucked her feet up on top of the knot, wrapping herself around the thick ride-rope. Over her head the pulley squealed, running along the main slide-cable down into darkness and the unknown. She rolled down the cable's incline at exhilarating speed, her hair and taltry and cloak streaming out like banners. To either side the forest flashed by as though she flew along the middle of a columned canyon.
The cable stretched a long way, as far—it seemed—as Summer's end.
At last the flying-fox's terminal rushed at her with alarming rapidity out of the gloaming—another platform on another tree. Just before the end-station, the pulley reached its lowest point and turned uphill, slowing the headlong rush of the ride-rope and its rider dangling underneath. Tahquil's boots clipped the shelf's edge. She yelped in pain, let go with one hand, and was dragged unceremoniously onto the ledge by the ride-rope before she remembered to release her grip.
The pulley having reached the apogee of its swing, it lost the last remains of momentum and succumbed to gravity's seduction. It reversed direction and slowly began to slide back down. Righting herself, Tahquil seized the rope just before it swung off the edge and out of reach. It would have pulled her over the edge with it, except she flung her weight backward, hauled hard, and quickly hooked it over a peg jutting from the trunk. She found herself on the second highest platform of a tree that appeared identical to all the other trees in Khazathdaur.
From the ledge directly below, the cables of a flying-fox ran back toward the first tree. From the platform immediately above, a profusion of funicular cordage radiated in three other directions. This tree was an aerial crossroads. Tying the sprig of dried thyme to the pulley, she tugged three times on the slide-cable, sending a quiver along its length. This cable was so thick and long that the quiver dissipated before reaching the end of the visible section.get link
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Vigorous repetition of the exercise was eventually answered by a sudden tension of the retrieval cord. Unhooking the pulley, she hurled it forth and watched it disappear behind curtains of shadow. It occurred to her that she ought to have checked the upper platform for danger before sending for her friends. Now there was no time for it. Presently the slide-cable tautened and began to hum.
Out of the half-light hurtled Caitri. Like a fruit on a vine she was tightly clenched in around herself, eyes shut. Caitri's boots touched the stage. She released the rope too soon—borne forward by momentum, she toppled over the farther edge. Tahquil grabbed two handfuls of Page 33 clothing and pulled her back with all the force she could rally, and they both sat down hard, the ride-rope pendulating about their ears. They sent for Viviana, who arrived with speed, propelled by proportionally greater inertia. Swinging her legs down, she alighted gracefully, as though well-practiced. Oblivious of their astonishment, she surveyed the forest.
We must ever go north," said Tahquil. I lost my bearings during the confusion of the flight from that lop-headed creature, and now the sun cannot push its beams through these leaves, to show us its path. No drops yet penetrated the canopy. When the shower had passed, the companions climbed the spindly ladder to the higher platform.
The carriers are missing from the other two flying-foxes. Let us hope they are as benevolent as the urisk has told. We move within their domain—never forget it. Over us they have the power of life and death. We must bend to their will for now, yet remain wary. It brought them to a similar tree in similar surroundings.
As they went deeper into Khazathdaur repeating these flying performances, they became more adept at takeoffs and landings. Also, the number of rigged trees multiplied. Having traversed about a dozen spans, each measuring a good forty yards, they stopped to rest on the Page 34 subsequent platform. Their arms and legs ached with the unaccustomed strain of clinging tightly to the ride-ropes, urged by the knowledge that no safety cord was attached.
Nothing could rescue them from a certain fall, should their grip loosen. In the gloom far off to the right, a geometry of long triangles could be discerned indistinctly. It appeared to be an interweaving of lines strung between the tree-pylons at great height. Once or twice it seemed to the travelers, peering into the dimness, that small figures moved along these lines.
After reaching the next tree, they looked across to discover that the distant webs had become more complex, and traffic on them had increased. Instead of a flying-fox, suspension bridges led off from this platform. They were made of wooden slats tied across a pair of parallel cables, with a single handrail of rope. The entrances of two were barred with slender cords. Through the handrails of the third, nosegays of leaves had been stuck. I never thought I would joy in walking upon such a rickety affair, but after dangling from those fox-ropes, this appears to be safety.
The whole creaking contrivance wriggled and shook like an angry watch-worm the instant the travelers set foot on it. Under the differing rhythms of their footsteps it bucked out of synchronization and was as like as not to suddenly smack up jarringly at their boots as they put them down, or to drop away under their steps so that they stumbled.
Haltingly they made their way, careful not to glance down. Between the slats a great nothingness opened to the forest floor, far below and dark-mantled. One single fortunate shaft of sunlight momentarily struck down like a gold pin through the bridge as they crossed, and the leaves continued to shower down all around, and the forest breathed uncountable sighs.
Now they could see, over to the right, what might have been a tree-city. Among the long bridges and flying-foxes and catwalks, the elevated walkways and flyovers, the autarkens supported wider, more solid platforms. Some of these were walled. Small dwellings perched there, built close against and around the tree-boles.
Small oblong windows and doors showed black against the gray of the structures, and a rumor came to the ears of the companions, almost below the reaches of hearing—voices on the static airs, and perhaps the sound of singing. They wish to speed our passage, that we might not stumble into their midst and trouble the patterns of their lives. A loud screech made them all jump; the bridge heaved and undulated.
They flapped away, to be swallowed by darkness. It seemed that the day was closing. Pale gray leached to dark gray around and over and under the swaying, airy road. The wighting-hours approached. Already, maniacal laughter tore through the trees, punctuated by simpering giggles and tortured groans.
Almost sumptuously, the next platform was surrounded by a low wall. It was laden with fruits, foliage, flowers, and rain-filled gourds. They feasted, sipping a drop of the seemingly inexhaustible Dragon's Blood as the evening drew chill. Taking turns to stand watch that night they saw, farther off, tiny lights moving, up in the remote heights away to the right, which they had begun to call the east. The Tree Dwellers' city. Closer at hand, the forest's emanations were more eldritch. Sweet, wild music came spiraling on the cool drafts, a music that tugged at the heartstrings, its cadences evoking lost loves and lonely mountain tarns in the moonlight.
At the same time, way down below, something out of sight went clanking across the forest floor, shuffling, as if chained and gyved and fettered in iron. In the pit of night the lights of the Tree City blinked out, one by one. Silence settled in, except for the incessant susurration of leaves. Tahquil, who was on watch, remembered a place where harps and flutes resounded, and sweet voices sang—yet trying to recapture the fleeting images of the Fair Realm was as hopeless as trying to hold water in a sieve; as vain as trying to fashion ropes from sand, as futile as reaping with a sickle of leather.
Tirnan Alainn—Faerie. How should I so love a place? A land of dream and legend, perhaps no more tangible than dreams and legends—a land which lies beyond the stars, and which is no more suited for my dwelling-place than the sea is fit to be my abode. Why should I waste and weary and pine for a shining jewel that can never be grasped? Surely the rough homespun and coarse bread, yea, even the cool silks and Sugar-cakes of Erith ought to be enough for me. It pulls the tide of my blood, and that I cannot change. Something in the very core of my being responds to its call—a recollection that seems to come from before my birth.
It is like some powerful race-memory that awakens and reaches forth and, unavailing, mourns. For, when I first set eyes on the Fair Realm, it seemed I had always known it. I recognized every tree and cloud, every lake and mountain as my heart's desire. Now would I go thence, if I could, like a shotten arrow. She wondered again how long it would take for the Langothe to claim her life. Some of the children of Hythe Mellyn had succumbed within weeks of their return to Erith.
Others had lingered for months, slowly fading. She, Tahquil, endured constant pain—and victuals held no relish for her. Yet her strength had not yet waned. Perhaps it was some property of Thorn's ring, or maybe part of the arcane gift Nimriel had bestowed on her in the Realm. Whatever the reason, the Langothe did not seem to be killing her as swiftly as she had expected. On her finger, the gold ring tightened.
The sharp smack of a whip sliced the darkness. Tahquil peered over the edge of the stage, between the armoring of flabellate spikes. Shrunk by distance and lit by its own ghastly luminescence, a coach-and-four raced through the trees. The driver on the box wore a three-cornered hat and a short cape. What rode within the black coach Tahquil could not discern. The conveyance slowed to a halt and then rolled slightly backward, in the manner of all wheeled vehicles finding their point of rest. In that similarity was the only commonality between the black equipage and more lorraly turnouts.
A door opened. A boot weighed heavily on a step. A second dented the dank mold of the forest floor. Now a statue stood beside the coach. Motionless, the horses stood also, and the driver sat ramrod-straight on the box. Then, as a sphere gyrates on a swivel, the statue's head turned. One expected to hear the sound of machinery in motion. Tahquil held her breath. Oddly, she could perceive all this quite clearly from her perch, even through the gloom.
It was spread before her like a miniature scene, like clockwork figures on a table, lit by a soft, eerie radiance. As silently as it had appeared, the sculpted form was gone.
The coach rocked with the motion of a weight settling inside. The door closed, the horses moved off with an echoing clang of harness, and the whip's crack shot upward to explode beside Tahquil's ears. Whether this unseelie manifestation had been tracking her and her companions she could not say, but such a powerful wight, so close by, could hardly fail to pinpoint its prey. It might be supposed that, fortunately for the mortal damsels, the creature had been hunting something else; that it was not aware of mortal watchers close by, or even of their presence in the forest.
Tahquil knew the carriage for the same vehicle she and Muirne had seen before the attack on Chambord's Caravan. She knew it now, with the certainty of recall, to be the coach of the Cearb, that unseelie slaughterer of Men and cattle they called the Killing One.
Numerous sturdy bridges leading to every quarter gave way to less numerous flying-foxes. The arms and shoulders of the travelers ached from the tension of Page 37 gripping ropes; their sinews transmuted themselves to agonized cables of steel. When the shang came, the autarkens took on the mellow burnish of aged gilt; a somber sheen like the last rich rays of vintage Summer lingering languidly on sated bronze.
Every falling leaf became a spangle, each rope a chain of fireflies; the canopy turned into a shimmering galaxy of green-gold. The only tableau the travelers saw was of two children gathering flowers on the forest floor where no light-loving petals had bloomed for centuries, their images existing beyond harm there on the leaf-carpet that now buried them to their waists. There was no other evidence of the psychic debris that haunted scenes of passion.
Each night the forest sprang to renewed vigor with queer sights and sounds. Far below, a heartbroken sobbing would start up like a mill-wheel, or weird, high singing would weave resonating glass rods through the forest, or eldritch knockings and tappings would echo through the lofty vaults, emanating from down among the roots. Sometimes strange smoke rings came floating; blue-gray wreaths of vapor that moved slowly through the trees.
O, O, O they made, before some transient breath of air deformed them, like buckled wheels. High on their airy perches the travelers would shiver, bearing witness to these phenomena; however, they sensed also that they were watched over by the elusive Tree Dwellers. Food and drink, though monotonous, were never in short supply. Yet ever and anon they felt other eyes upon them. Other beings bided here in Khazathdaur, among the serried wooden towers, the attenuated vaults, the fluted shadows like widows' veils trailing from every soaring bough, the endlessly falling leaves drowning in a watery twilight.
It was ancient, this world of neck-breaking heights and breathtaking depths unknown by wind or sunlight, and it was filled with secrets. Gnarled roots dug deep below centuries-old layers of leaf-mold imprinted only by the strangest of footprints or wheel-ruts, a soft, yielding compost that covered up many curious things and out of which many curious things grew. In the far reaches of the forest where stands of massive oaks began to mingle with the autarkens, the smell of aniseed came pouring like a rich oil upon the air.
Gray malkins were about. Their eyes made the night into an aiode of emeralds. On the wide bands of iron nailed to the tree-boles, the claws of the great cats could find no purchase. The predators yowled their frustration. Sometimes the night was further troubled by a loud ululating wail like theirs, yet almost human—Black Annis howled her dismal hungers in a cave somewhere down beneath the mold and stones. Fourteen days after coming under the stasis of Timbrilfin-Khazathdaur, there came a time when, alighting skillfully on a rather unkempt and shaky platform with frayed edges, instead of being greeted with a highway signposted by leaf or flower, the Page 38 travelers found that they had reached a dead end.
In any event, there was nowhere to go but back into the forest's heart or down the rickety ladder that swung against the trunk and vanished away toward the ground. It appeared that this tree was the farthest outpost of the network rigged and maintained by the Tree Dwellers. All around, mighty tree-stems continued to plumb the distance from canopy to floor in slatted hues of gray and black. Yet there was an end to the aerial roads.
A last offering of forest fare awaited the travelers, but their dismay at this turn of events blunted their appetites. It may be long ere we find any other provender now that we are leaving the auspices of the Tree Dwellers. The claws of the lovely Dianella are seeming ever more amiable by comparison. Down the long, long ladder they went, past the iron bands that deflected predators' claws.
Twenty feet from the ground the stair of rope and wood stopped short at a narrow ledge. On hooks there, a rope had been coiled, one end of which was belayed to the tree. This last distance must be descended by rappelling, with this rope passed under one thigh and over the opposite shoulder so that it might be payed out smoothly and gradually. My lady has first braved every enterprise thus far, and it is now my turn. Should you not allow it I shall not be able to countenance myself. Caitri, watch and learn. Viviana, should you spy danger, shout loudly and we will try to haul you up, although I fear there's not much leverage on this thin shelf.
Cordage made from the silk-smooth beards of autarken blossom did not burn the skin. She let it slip slowly through her fists. Nervously she set her boots against the trunk, gritted her teeth, and leaned back with a display of confidence she scarcely recognized in herself. Pushing from the ball of her foot, she walked backward down the tree into the dreariness of everdusk. Her shoulders felt almost wrenched from their sockets.
Her tensed forearms suffered a dull, sustained pain as though bruised; they trembled and threatened to lose all sensation, all power. At the last they betrayed her. The rope shot skyward through her fingers and she fell into a great drift of leaves, which sprayed up like water. Scanning the depths, her companions could see nothing. It occurred to Viviana that the bank of dead leaves in which she was sitting might be home to things with which she would prefer to avoid close contact.
Hastily she waded out of it, thigh-deep. Tahquil came swinging down, then Caitri. By the leaf-ring's glow they looked at each other. May your trees be forever fruitful. Thick shadows were fastened like webs in the hollows between the ancient trees. All that could be seen was the light of the leaf-ring shining on their three faces. The companions could not know where they were going—only intuition guided them, a sense that they should continue to progress in the direction they had been shown by the Tree Dwellers. Now that they were down on the ground their sense of unease quickly turned to dread.
All around, the pit of Khazathdaur festered with unclean things. The whispers of the mortals fell dead on the dank compost underfoot. As they blundered forward their feet dragged as though weighted with stones, and they became certain some sightless horror came in pursuit, reaching out to seize them. Viviana held the chatelaine fast, folded in her cloak, so that it would not clash and ring.
Their boots sank to the ankles in the top layers of leaves. Underneath, decomposed mold had compacted to form a springy firmness. They waded through piles and mounds built up by the steady sibilant showers cascading gently from a canopy now so far above it was lost to view. Tiny spores of apprehension came clinging over them and took root and grew into a clammy terror that burdened their limbs until it seemed they could no longer go forward but must sink down on the forest floor, doomed to perish in the damning weald.
Then from afar, a call. It was the winding of a horn. At once, as though at a signal, the air stirred. A light breeze had entered the forest. Down this new airstream it came again—the long, clear note that seemed to come sweeping over open hills under wide skies. A third time it sounded. The travelers pushed on with renewed hope and vigor. At last, gray light filtered through a thinning of the trees. Undergrowth sprouted in the wider spaces between the boles.
Harpoons of red-gold light pierced the leaf-canopy and strayed down to the murky floors, here and there picking out a quill of copper, a nib of russet, a sickle of mellow gold among the fallen leaves. Clumps of juniper bushes and crape myrtle added a dense, dark green. The travelers' morale lifted at the thought of reaching the outskirts of Khazathdaur, of being able to look up and see the Page 40 clear sky again and feel the wind combing their hair.
Faster went they, eagerly. Now through the trees streamed the long, amber light of sun-fall. Joyousness seized them—they had almost made it to the far edge of the forest! Tahquil's hand flew up. A shock went through the ring, and a ping! Almost simultaneously, Viviana jumped sideways with a shouted exclamation, losing her grip on the implements hanging from her belt. It hit my knapsack! Like vengeful wasps, invisible projectiles shrilled through the air. Puffs and eddies of leaves showed where they were hitting the ground.
Disturbing the undergrowth, red caps like tall mushrooms poked up. Beneath them were the sly faces of tiny archers. The travelers bolted. Sharp points whizzed past their ears. Unseen darts struck their thick cloaks, and deflected off Tahquil's ring. One ricocheted off Caitri's belt and another off Viviana's chatelaine. The soft mulch hampered their running feet like sludge, weighed down their boots, stuck to their leggings.
It seemed certain, after all, that they would never get out of Khazathdaur, when abruptly the tree-stems diverged and fell back on either side. They burst forth into the open. Caitri uttered a sharp cry and fell sprawling. Caitri writhed on the ground, clutching her shin. Tahquil threw off her pack, heedless of scattering foodstuffs. She hoisted the little girl under the armpits and dragged her away. Viviana snatched the knapsack and followed, using both packs as a shield against the darts that zoomed from the forest. Down a grassy slope they struggled.
Caitri now hung limp in Tahquil's arms, a dead weight. The shooting decreased as the targets drew out of range, and finally, when for the space of about fifty yards there had been no more thumps of eldritch arrows hitting bundles, Tahquil heard Viviana cry, "Hola! The attack is over. Stop, so that I may help you. Caitri's eyelids fluttered open. Her face was gray and drawn. She tried to rise, but collapsed with a groan. The child looked like a doll fashioned half of porcelain and half of rags, limp down one side. Tahquil knew they must bear her away from the dangers of the forest.
But where could they go? Page 41 Against the slanting, nasturtium-tinted rays of the westering sun Tahquil stood, shading her eyes with her hand. A light, fresh breeze faced across the grassy hillside. Rank upon rank of silvery grass-blades bent their backs to it in waves tumbling down to a wide vista below.
Tahquil looked to the north. From her feet the land ran down in a gentle slope toward a long, narrow inlet. Here, the sea sliced into the land from miles away on the western coast, cutting a deep valley filled with still waters the color of steel. Half tinged gold in the fallow afternoon, clean flinty rock-cliffs fell steep and stark from the heights into the firth. Seabirds glided on outstretched wings, in the shape of margran , the M- Rune.
Low hills rose to the east and west and also across the firth to the north. At the head of the inlet the land rose gently to a marshy vale watered by rills that fed a fast-flowing brook chattering down out of the hills to the ocean. Near at hand, toward this vale, the countryside was checkered with little verdant meadows.
They were bordered by blossoming hawthorn hedges, screened by sallows and alders. Clotted with the flowers of late Spring were they, and so lush that already the grass stood high. Down along the inlet's edge a few thatched roofs peeped from dark-smudged lines of trees. Smoke issued from chimneys like wisps of wool, and were teased out by the breeze. We must go there. I'll warrant they sustain a healer—a carlin or a dyn-cynnil.
The trees leaned forward. We must hold Caitri's poor arms about our shoulders and thus we may bear her down the hill. He was dressed raggedly, like a household wight, but about five feet tall, deep-chested, massive across the shoulders. His superb physique indicated enormous strength. Starting forward, she began to drag Caitri along, a helpless burden. Without appearing to move, the wight barred their path. I can cure the aelf-stroke, I can.
Give me the girl. She did not take her eyes from the wight as Viviana lowered Caitri to the grass. To him she said, "Can you in truth do as you say? Tahquil hesitated. I plow, I sow, I reap, I mow. I herd cattle and sheep, I thresh and rake Page 42 and carry, I build stacks. I can clear a daymath in an hour and want nothing better than a crockful of bithag afterwards.
I work all night, but at the top of Glen Rushen, above the curraghs, that's where I curl me up in my hiding place each day. I can heal a weal and cure an ill too, and I can cure this mortal girl. If I let you cure her, what will you ask in return for your pains? He only wants to help! Tahquil, taken aback at the unexpected appearance of their friend, approached him while Viviana stood guard over Caitri, glaring at Finoderee. He was shuffling his huge, hairy feet in the grass. They dinnae lodge in the flesh, those bits o' shot.
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Photographs show historians how things looked in the past. Readers take on the role of historical detectives as they examine photographs as primary sources and discover how they can be used to study the past. Do dragonflies bite? What is the difference between a frog and a toad? Are leeches dangerous? Naturalist and artist Peggy Kochanoff answers these questions and more in this illustrated guide to solving pond mysteries, taking young readers on an entertaining and enlightening tour of life in and around a freshwater pond. Discover the answers to fascinating nature mysteries!
Readers take on the role of historical detectives as they examine speeches as primary sources and discover how they can be used to study the past. In this inviting book, young readers discover ways to practise democratic principles in their schools and classrooms. Accessible, child-centred examples demonstrate key skills and practices, including active listening, consensus building and voting procedures. Good citizens take an active role in making their communities better places to live.
This motivating book provides several practical examples of ways young readers can demonstrate that they care about their communities. From helping to care for community gardens to participating in neighbourhood clean-up events, readers will learn the value of becoming active citizens where they live. Artifacts are objects people in the past made, used and left behind. Readers take on the role of historical detectives as they learn about artifacts as primary sources and discover how they can be used to study the past.
Caring for Earth is everyone's job! Readers will discover ways they can have a positive impact on the environment, including planting trees and eating locally grown food, as well as "pre-cycling" and protecting animal habitats. Children will learn to take personal responsibility for environmental stewardship and discover how to be effective problem solvers when it comes to protecting the planet. In this innovative title, young readers learn what it means to be a citizen of the global community.
Children will learn about different needs around the world, from water wells in Africa to global disaster relief, and discover their own abilities to make the world a better place. This empowering title will help readers discover how to create positive changes in their communities. Accessible text and examples prompt children to learn what it means to be a citizen of a community and to explore ways to act for the common good. Ideas include creating artwork for a local retirement facility and donating old books to a library or reading program.
This motivating title inspires young readers to brainstorm different ways to use their interests, talents and skills to enrich their school environments. From starting a welcome club for new students to organizing litterless lunch days, there are countless ways kids can promote positive change at their schools.
Narrated by Teddy, this poignant and beautifully illustrated book is the companion to A Bear in War. Bear loves his forest home, but he gets lonely. He decides to have a winter party to make friends with the other forest creatures.
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He decorates his den and bakes delicious treats, but Bear worries that his forest neighbours may be too frightened to come. Just when he is about to give up hope, Bear spots Deer peeking out from behind a tree. Beavers may not be as majestic as a lion or as ferocious as a shark, but never underestimate these wetland warriors! The first book in a new Superhero Field Guide series, this title is an informative, laugh-out-loud look at a keystone species and animal hero — the humble beaver. Perfect for readers who like their facts served with a large dose of humour.
Meet some remarkable girls from all over the world. The stories of their lives can be difficult to imagine. They describe the barriers and dangers that they, and millions of other girls, face daily. Despite the hardships they must overcome, these girls have hope for the future and strive to make their lives and those of their families and communities better. Lull your little one to sleep while counting the animals also nestling in for the night.
Frankie is a little bear who goes to sleep each night with a ball of yarn unravelling in his paws and listening to the sound of his mother's knitting needles. Frankie dreams in all the colours of yarn until his mother's knitted surprise is ready… a blanket which, like a magic carpet, will always bring him home no matter how far he goes in his dreams. Is it possible to live forever? People have been trying to figure out a way to escape mortality since, well, forever. This intriguing book takes readers on a fast-paced tour of some wacky and wise methods humans have used to try prolonging their lives — from ancient immortality elixirs and quests for a fountain of youth to modern-day research into cryogenics and robotics.
Buckle up for true stories of the chiefs, strongmen and outlaws who kept the peace! On the barren plains of Below, a teenage boy named Hokk lives in exile. Overhead, on the floating islands of Above, Elia is enslaved in endless drudgery. Desperate to return to their lost homes, they are propelled toward a centuries-old battle for the very earth and sky around them. That is, until he discovers they have a dog. Ben is afraid of dogs… dogs are all teeth and jaws. Then it turns out the dog is scared of things, too!
Can Ben overcome his fears to make a new kind of friend? He hunts for his food left on a plate by Mom and Dad and communicates in grunts. In his cave, Ben can imagine a world where friends control their own destinies and distance is no obstacle. Since her traumatic brain injury, Madeline has grown apart from her twin sister.
Her Best Buddy Justin is coping with troubles at school and his mother's depression since the death of his autistic sister. Bera is a solitary, humble troll, tending her island pumpkin patch in cheerful isolation, when trouble finds her. A human baby appears in the realm of the trolls, and nobody knows where it came from, but Bera seems to be the only one who doesn't want it dead. Bera finds herself on a quest to take the sweet baby home. A touching story about an imaginative boy who prefers to play alone but is never lonely, although he admits being different can be difficult.
His best friend is a massive old oak tree he has named Bertolt. When Bertolt dies one winter, the boy honours his tree in the best way possible. This title is also available in French as L'arbragan. Fourteen-year-old Paige, adopted from China by Canadian parents, decides to avoid school bullies by taking a shortcut along railroad tracks.
When she turns back for her best friend, Jazz, Paige is hit by a train, and is transported to a surreal world where she meets Kim, her friend who died seven years earlier. Dog walker extraordinaire Stephen Nobel calms his anxiety by counting his daily mistakes. How can Stephen save everyone? To solve the mystery, Stephen will have to count on all of his new friends. For humans to truly thrive, we need more than food and water, we need a sense of community, and when we work together in groups — from family, friends and neighbourhoods to global organizations building on a foundation of common human experience — we can be a powerful force for change.
This title explores the many ways we are the same, no matter where we live. Russell asks his father to build a tree fort. But a slick bookie befriends Jack and introduces him to illegal betting. Helen Betty Osborne, following her dream of becoming a teacher, left her home to attend residential school in Manitoba. On November 13, , Betty was abducted and brutally murdered by four young men.
Initially met with silence and indifference, her tragic murder resonates loudly today. Betty represents one of almost 1, Indigenous women in Canada who have been murdered or have gone missing. She targets the mega-wealthy, yet damaged, Olivia Sumner as the one to take her there. Then handsome and whip-smart Mark Redkin joins the administration and charms his way into students' lives — especially Olivia's. It becomes clear that Redkin poses a threat to Kate — or should she beware of Olivia? Elia is a fugitive, on the run from the Imperial Guards who have launched a city-wide manhunt and offered a reward for her capture.
Hokk is also on Elia's trail — one step behind and all too aware of the mortal danger she is in. As their worlds drift ever further apart, Elia and Hokk will have to decide where it is they truly belong and what it means to be reunited. This book features stunning Native Northwest Coast illustrations of animals both big and small common to the region.
Artists from five different Northwest Coast First Nations contributed to the creation of this visually appealing board book featuring animals such as the owl, bear and whale. An entertaining tale, featuring a girl who doesn't want to share her mom. She sits her father down for a talk, presenting her idea that he should sleep in a camping cot! A comical twist on the classic parental struggle not to let kids sleep in their bed.
In , a blue whale washed ashore in PEI and in , her skeleton was transported 6, kilometres and reassembled for display at the new Beaty Biodiversity Museum in BC. From the Torngat Mountains of Newfoundland to the pingos of the Northwest Territories, this captivating title explores many of the fascinating places that make up Canada. Historian Christopher Moore brings each province and territory to life, drawing together the history, politics, people, places and industries that have defined a nation. With an introduction by Janet Lunn and lavishly illustrated by award-winning illustrator Bill Slavin, this title was originally published in Our Choice Starred Selection.
This bestselling volume has been redesigned, revised and updated! This second edition includes updated stats and records, new content about careers in hockey, the latest on equipment, expanded information on women's hockey plus twice as many photos as the original edition! After a fire destroys the orphanage, Malou follows a single clue that takes her to the small town of Parry Sound. There she finds many young brown faces like hers. Are they relatives? Meet Maximus Todd! He's the kid who can't sit still! Of course, as soon as the match starts, Max gets a case of the Super Fidgets.
If Max can't invent a secret game to calm those fidgets, it might cost his team the championship. Has fame changed Georgie forever? Will true friendship win out? Seventeen-year-old Christina, grieving the loss of her twin to consumption, has run away from home. But a violent storm rises on Georgian Bay, and the steamship sinks.
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Now Christina and the only other survivor, a brooding young man with a criminal past, must work together to survive. The last time Thomas saw his mother was on his fifth birthday, when she made him poutine in which she stuck five green candles. On his 12th birthday, Thomas decides to win a Guinness World Record for the biggest poutine in the world, in order to bring his mother back. This title is also available in French as La plus grosse poutine du monde.
Many people are interested in adopting, and soon two puppies are placed in loving homes. But will they find a home for shy little Bijou? This title is also available in French as Bijou cherche une maison. Billy Stuart, a young raccoon, aspires to be like his globe-trotting grandfather.
When Billy learns that his grandfather is leaving on a time-travelling adventure, he and the Zintrepids decide to sneak along. Biomedical engineering is a fast-growing engineering field. This book explores the ways biomedical engineers help diagnose, treat and prevent problems found in human body systems. Real-life examples bring the engineering design process to life for readers.
Practical, hands-on activities encourage an understanding of scientific and engineering principles. Welcome to the amazing world of biometrics, where many of the things that make you unique — your fingerprints, voice or eyes — can prove your identity! Biometrics can even identify people based on ear shape, scent and vein pattern!
This fascinating book explores the science and its possibilities, as well as concerns about what this technology means for our privacy! In this title, young readers are introduced to the story of the Black Loyalists of Birchtown, from slavery to the American Revolution to settlement and struggle on Nova Scotian soil in Birchtown, and finally to mass exodus to Freetown, Sierra Leone. Their legacy, carried on through Black Loyalist descendants, is an enduring spirit despite a history marked by hardship and loss. Alexander Milton Ross was no ordinary ornithologist. Bright blue feet?
Long pink legs? Part bird book, part guessing game, this title gives young readers a chance to identify birds by just one of their distinctive parts! Playful illustrations and informative text will have budding ornithologists chirping for more! Gordon's birdy senses are tingling like crazy! All over the city of Fowladelphia, chickens are acting strangely. Evil villain Birdbrain has been snatching citizens and putting zombie-like clones in their places.
Kung Pow Chicken is hot on Birdbrain's tail feathers — until an army of free-range zombie clones birdy-snatches him! Everyone has a birthday — but not everyone celebrates the same way. Meet 17 children from around the globe who share their own birthday traditions, including how they say happy birthday in their native language.
Young readers are invited to compare their own birthday traditions with the ones they've learned about in the book. There are so many ways to have a happy birthday! Everybody has a birthday, but not everyone celebrates it in the same way! In fact, there are many different birthday customs and traditions around the world. In this bright and accessible title, readers will learn about the Name Day celebrations in Greece, special birthday festivals in Japan, different coming-of-age traditions and more about how children across the globe celebrate their birthdays!
Bloodthirsty creatures are real well, maybe not Dracula , and there are trillions of vampires creeping, crawling, swimming, buzzing and even flying among us. Vampires come in a variety of shapes, sizes and species. You may know about fleas, vampire bats and leeches, but how about bloodsucking birds, butterflies and snails? Sink your teeth into the world of these important creatures! But in her new home, away from all she knew, Hannah feels only bitterness. Then the glow of the Shabbat candles and a new friend help Hannah discover that sweetness can come from unexpected places.
British Columbian-born Tsimshian artist and mother Morgan Asoyuf makes her publishing debut using familial crests of the Pacific Northwest that depict the deeper story of familial ranks and migratory paths as her artistic inspiration. This book of high-contrast images of Northwest Coast art is designed to stimulate brain growth and visual development in young babies. He remembers beating Shaun up the night of his death, but nothing else — except the nightmares.
Falling in love might just be the card that knocks the whole house down. Two is trying to understand why her bright and talented brother has taken his own life. During school detention, she meets three other teens who seem as lost as she is. They each grapple with depression and anxiety and become an unlikely source of comfort to one another. As the four unite to battle teachers, parents, therapists and their own demons, their promising futures begin to reveal themselves. In this third book featuring the adventures of Cyrus and Rudy on the farm, the brothers are spending the last days of summer running a roadside stand.
When a friendly neighbour gives them a bin of red wrigglers, earthworms that break compost down into fertilizer, Cyrus and Rudy become worm moguls as they discover just how in demand the Eisenia fetida are! This informative title explores the causes of the stock market crash on October 29, , and the resulting Great Depression. For more than 10 years, the effects of Black Tuesday were felt worldwide. Fascinating source material, including posters, political cartoons, books, interviews and articles reveal the devastation of the mass unemployment, epidemic real estate foreclosures and crushing poverty of those years.
Artist Naomi M. These are inspiring and indomitable black women whose stories need to be told. Her moods range from confusion and sadness, to fear and rage. Returning to school is a nightmare. When a new friend presents an alternative to staying in her old life, Jessica must confront the reality of what it means to leave her past behind. This graphic novel explores the grace of family and the power of the Great Mystery.
December 6, , Halifax. Twelve-year-old Livy and her older brother, Will, still mourning the loss of their father, are in separate parts of the city when there is a flash of light, thunder from underground and then an explosion. Instantly, Halifax is unrecognizable. Alone in the dark, destroyed city, can the siblings find each other?
Where is their mother? How will they rebuild their shattered lives? Jakub and Lincoln are best friends and graffiti artists. Then Jakub is targeted and Lincoln must decide — save his friend or embrace his life as a gangster. Alice, caught drinking underage, and Caleb, who assaulted his abusive stepfather, are dropped off on a remote island for a week-long treatment program with six other troubled teens, a psychologist, a social worker and an ex-cop. When a girl goes missing and then the radio is sabotaged, panic sets in.
Now the kids must take matters into their own hands. She let nerve and imagination defy critics and doubts! As a little girl in Rome, her own mamma called her brutta. So, Elsa decided to seek out beauty around her, and she found it everywhere — then used art and her imagination to make creative, marvellous fashion.
When Tuk is born on the mountain, life is simple for a young bighorn. However, the herd is in jeopardy and soon it will be up to Tuk to lead them to a mountain he has seen far to the west. It will be a long journey filled with dangers, but Tuk has seen the blue mountain and his herd mates are counting on him. On a crowded city sidewalk, a child discovers a book. At home, in her apartment, the child begins to read and is immediately carried beyond the repetitive sameness of an urban skyscape into an untamed natural landscape, sparking a transformation of the cityscape.
This wordless book speaks volumes about how art can transform us beyond the sometimes-dreary world of the everyday. From tugboats to ferry boats, cargo ships to clippers, children discover 15 different nautical crafts. Each two-page spread includes a brightly illustrated maritime vessel with a simple description written as read-aloud text. The boats and ships also display a nautical flag, whose message is decoded as a secondary text. Bob wants a dog for his birthday, but instead he gets a ghost named Fluffy.
Fluffy doesn't sit or fetch, but he does eat everything, and soon all of Bob's things and even Bob himself end up in Fluffy's belly. After reading this story, everyone will want a birthday ghost! Heam is the hottest drug around. It smells like strawberries and looks like liquid silver. People say when you take Heam your body momentarily dies and you catch a glimpse of heaven.
Faye was only 11 when drug dealers forced Heam on her and her best friend, Christian. And her only friend died. When year-old Hallie is hit by an SUV, her life ends before it ever really began. At an otherworldly carnival, she meets the elderly driver, Susan, who claims a malfunctioning accelerator caused the accident.
Two bodies, two souls switch places in search of justice — before time runs out. Bog journeys into human territory with Small, a huge forest troll, and Hannie, a human girl. There, the three friends learn of a rock said to bring a stone troll back to life. Their quest becomes a race of cunning, trickery and wits. While hiding his own lack of circus skills, Seb discovers he is not the only one with secrets, and that the school is falling apart.
Dylan and his friends win a science fair and the prize is a trip to the badlands of Alberta and Dinosaur Provincial Park. Bridges are fascinating structures and they come in all forms. Whether they are covered or moveable, stone or wood, bridges connect countries, neighbourhoods and even families! Twins Piper and Quinn meet for the first time at their mother's funeral.
Each is aware that there is a darkness inside her. One has been pampered, the other, punished. One wants to uncover the truth hiding behind the lies, the other wishes to possess the power to turn lies into truth — and a dark and deadly inheritance will destroy one of them. Inside is a mysterious leather-bound book, and, when Becca tries to read it, she triggers an ancient magic — her spirit is sent to an ancient world and she falls into a coma. Crys vows to save her… but from what? Henry has found the most awesome book ever.
The problem is, he keeps getting interrupted by the school bell. But what if Henry decides to ignore the bell and keep reading? By not springing up with the ringing of the bell, Henry sets off a chain reaction unlike anything his school or town has ever seen. Will a louder bell make Henry move? But when the mayor tries to shut down the rickety bookstand, Yasmin must take her nose out of her book and do something.
But what can she do? With the help of friends, family and neighbours, Yasmin launches a campaign to make sure the voices of the community are heard. A fascinating read for fans of the team and the game, this book features appealing historic and contemporary images, and mixes informative text with quick-reference infographic charts for statistics buffs. And the reward money for cracking the case would be a big help at home. But as the clues careen in all directions and the suspects mount up, Duncan finds that wrestling with the truth may be harder than wrangling a gator.
On the night of a blue moon, a boy and his cat set out for a walk and find themselves on an enchanted adventure. They are carried to the blue moon, but the blue planet, Earth, calls the explorers home. Safely back in bed, the boy wonders — was it only a dream? The wind, with its many names, is a powerful, borderless force that whistles and whines, and sings and roars.
Follow along with a young boy on an imaginative dance around the world upon the shoulders of the planet's most celebrated winds — Chinook, Papagayo, Shamal and the Cape Doctor — as they blow across the Earth. An evocative journey around the globe and home again. Respect, determination and the sheer thrill of the game brought Bobby Orr from a small northern town in Canada to the NHL.
This picture book celebrates hockey — from the backyard rinks to the big leagues. A book for hockey enthusiasts of all ages! Evelyn and Queen become friends and, although she cringes when he draws attention to himself, he is the most interesting person Evelyn has ever met. When suspicious disasters suddenly start happening all over the globe, Conrad and Piper McCloud join with their former classmates and create a secret group that use their gifts to save people in trouble. Can Conrad bring them together to save themselves… and the world?
Jarrod can view the memories of any bug — he just has to eat it. But, when Jarrod swallows a fly while biking, he sees a room stacked full of sick dogs and puppies in crates. Can Jarrod save them? All the Icehogs are excited to hit the ice except Gregory. He doesn't want to play and he won't say why. Brady Brady discovers that Gregory can't afford new skates, so he comes up with a plan to help — and winds up helping the whole community! Our Choice Brady Brady loves hockey and decides to build his own backyard rink!
With no help from his family, he has to make it by himself. Building a rink is tougher than he thought, but Brady Brady's hard work is about to pay off in a way he never imagined. Originally published in , by Stoddart Publishing Our Choice Brady Brady is proud of his backyard rink and loves when friends come over for a game of shinny. But when Freddy's grandfather makes a bigger rink and the game moves there, feelings are hurt and friendships are tested. Can the Icehogs stay together or will it be rink vs. Originally published in , by Brady Brady Inc.
Frightened of playing a mean and undefeated opposing team, the Icehogs' goalie Chester gets an attack of nerves and goes missing!
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It's up to Brady Brady and his team to find their netminder and help him find the courage to face the dreaded Dragoons. Ashley hates getting her hair braided. It looks nice when it's done, but it takes ALL day and Ashley never has time to do anything fun. When Grandma arrives, they turn the tables and braid Mom's hair!
With augmented reality, magazine content comes to life! Using fun ways to explore math, science, language, geography, history, music and art beyond the curriculum, this educational magazine engages kids through what they love — their mobile devices. Featuring articles on current science trends and tech gadgets, great books to read, contests, ideas and experiments to try at home, this is cool learning!
This fully interactive magazine offers extra digital content for kids to read, listen to and watch with the use of a mobile device and the free Blippar app. Offering a multi-sensory journey, fusing digital and print media in a dynamic and compelling way, this magazine allows kids to explore topics such as space, Earth sciences, biology, math and technology on a deeper level. When an ice storm snaps a small girl's favourite branch from the tree in her yard, she's crestfallen.
Her neighbour, Mr. And so, with imagination and Mr. Frank's guidance and tools, the girl transforms the branch into something new, giving it another purpose, and her another place to treasure! This book encourages young readers to discover the world of trees. Profiling 11 different trees from around the world, including familiar ones such as the red maple as well as lesser-known trees like the tall-stilted mangrove, it highlights the many complex ways trees are part of our society, culture and economy.
The symbiotic relationship between trees and animals is also explored. In his daydreams, Jensen is a hero, saving his friends and the world daily. But in his middle school reality, everything is hard — from math to friendships. Can Jensen find real solutions to his real-life problems? What does it mean to be brave? This is the sequel to Awkward. Join Chris, Wallow, Beth and Danny, four year-old heroes-for-hire, as they travel through the galaxy helping those who need it Enjoy these brand new missions as the Bravest Warriors go solo!
From little Beth, to poor choices regarding werewolves and magic, the Bravest Warriors have never been more helpful Eleven-year-old Parvana lives in Afghanistan under Taliban rule. When her father is arrested, conditions grow desperate for her family. Forbidden to earn money as a girl, Parvana must transform herself into a boy, and become the breadwinner.
This 15th-anniversary edition includes a new cover, a foreword, a map and an updated author's note. Hockey is a very popular sport around the world. But how and where did hockey originate? When was hockey first added to the Olympics? Have women and girls always played? In this book, these and many more questions are answered for hockey fans. Before her mother leaves. Before her sister betrays her. The determination to find love and comfort that lures Faith to drugs is the same force that can drive her to recover.
This book highlights the achievements of Canadian women's sports stars and their fight for the right to compete in sports traditionally dominated by men. Proving that women's sports are just as competitive and exciting to watch as men's, this book focuses on seven sports and the women who made them their own.
It only takes one: one coral gamete to start a colony, one person to make a difference, one idea to change the world. The ongoing effort to save and rebuild the world's coral reefs is the living legacy of Ken Nedimyer, founder of the Coral Restoration Foundation. This book is a tribute to the wonders of nature and the power of human hope.
The American alligator, which escaped extinction 65 million years ago, was nearly wiped out in the marshes and swamps of Louisiana and Florida in the last century. Today, it is thriving. This insightful book tells the story of how government protection, habitat preservation and a campaign to reduce the demand for alligator products helped bring back this fierce-looking predator. The survival of the giant panda depends on the survival of its only food: bamboo. Habitat loss from the destruction of bamboo forests in south central China where it lives made the giant panda a vulnerable species.
This book tells how habitat conservation and the creation of borrowing-and-breeding programs with zoos around the world have kept this beloved bear from extinction. Humpback whales are a true ecological success story. Readers will be enthralled by the story of these masters of the deep, listed as endangered in Protected by an international ban on hunting all whales in , the humpback recovered so well it was no longer listed as endangered in most of the world by The only remaining wild population of whooping cranes breeds in Canada and winters in the United States.
Explore the fascinating story of its recovery — a tale of cross-border cooperation and the work of a team of international biologists. Readers will be able to chart their course and determine the elements of this successful recovery plan. Nothing takes the place of splashing in a puddle or jumping into a pile of autumn leaves.
Along with the mud and sand that get tracked indoors come memories that live forever! Mary McKenna Siddals has written a joyous anthem that celebrates playing in sunshine, puddles, leaves and snow — and the treasures that get collected along the way. An ode to outdoor play. This riveting prequel to the Malediction trilogy takes readers back to the world of Trollus.
Except being together may turn out to be the greatest risk of all. The year is , and seven children from England embark on a summer sailing adventure in British Columbia. They soon discover the true story of Brother XII, a shadowy figure who is rumoured to have buried treasure on one of the coastal islands. Their vacation turns into a treasure hunt — but will they find the loot before a band of pirates does?