House of Secrets. Ned Vizzini
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“A witches’ den. This was not here yesterday,” he declared.
One of his compatriots, a red-haired, red-bearded man, grabbed his arm: “Slayne, m’lord, could be a trap.”
Slayne (good name, thought Brendan; he looks like he’s slain a lot of people) grinned, twisting his scar like a second smile, bearing blackened stumps of teeth. “If there are witches… we need to get inside. And quickly kill them all.”
“Um, may I suggest we go to the attic?” whispered Cordelia.
The Walkers dashed away from the window.
At the front door, Slayne grabbed the knob, found it locked, and turned to his red-headed number two. “Krom?”
Krom handed him a battle-axe. Slayne swung. The first blow left a gaping hole in the door. The second sent it flying off its hinges.
Slayne and his men entered, on guard.
“A great battle was waged here,” said Slayne. He drew his sword, stabbed it through the remains of Bellamy Walker’s iPad, and lifted it off the ground. “And at least one of the parties was a witch. This appears to be some sort of occult toy for children.”
Slayne led the warriors through the living room and library as the Walkers huddled in the attic. They could hear the warriors’ clomping boots and gruff voices, but not their words.
“We can’t just sit here,” Eleanor said. “We’ve got to find out what they want. Maybe they know where Mum and Dad are!”
“How do you propose to find that out?” Brendan asked.
“Watch.” Eleanor opened the attic door and started down to the second-floor hallway.
“No, Nell!”
“Stop!”
But it was too late. Eleanor was already opening the door to the dumbwaiter. The warriors were in the kitchen, below her, and sound travelled directly up the hollow shaft. It was like she was in the midst of the warriors as they investigated their alien surroundings.
“This appears to be a witches’ torture chamber,” Slayne said. Eleanor heard the microwave door pop open. “Possibly a box for shrunken victims.” Eleanor stifled a laugh.
In the kitchen, Slayne opened the fridge and paused. Here was a pleasant surprise. His men were all hungry, and the power hadn’t been out long. Slayne tossed an apple aside and went for a jar of Hellmann’s mayonnaise. Behind him, Krom ripped open a box of Cap’n Crunch, sniffed it, ate a handful, and started pouring it into his mouth: “It’th good!” Slayne unscrewed the mayo and scooped out a big clump.
Upstairs, Brendan and Cordelia poked their heads over the attic steps to get a report from Eleanor.
“They’re eating our food!” Eleanor said. Then she heard Slayne’s voice through the dumbwaiter.
“This white sauce is mine, men. Touch it under penalty of death. It’s so good, I do believe, when we return to Castle Corroway, I’ll eat my horse with it. He’s getting on in years; it’s time for a younger steed—”
The men all laughed. That set Eleanor off.
“He can’t kill a horse!” she said, climbing into the dumbwaiter, gauntlets on, brandishing her barbecue fork.
“Nell, stop! You can’t—” Brendan yelled, but she had already closed the door.
It was pitch-black in the dumbwaiter. Eleanor could hardly move. If she’d been a foot taller, she never would have fitted inside. She twisted to grab one of the bicycle-chain-like cables that the container rode on and pulled one way. The dumbwaiter inched up. So she pulled the other way and started down, moving quickly. The rusty pulleys squeaked. With every foot she descended the voices of the warriors grew louder.
“Hand me that sweetened meal, Krom!”
“Find your own!”
“We could set up camp here and run raids over the East!”
“It could do with a few slaves to tidy up—”
Halfway down Eleanor started to think she’d made a terrible mistake. Slaves? Raids? This wasn’t some TV show; these men would cut her to pieces. But she couldn’t reverse course and be a coward. Not with Bren and Deal upstairs depending on her.
The dumbwaiter stopped at the kitchen with a metallic chunk.
“What was that?” Slayne asked. Eleanor heard him approach. He was only a metre away, on the other side of the wall – and then he opened the dumbwaiter door.
His black eyes met Eleanor’s. He had mayonnaise in his beard. His rancid-sweat smell hit her like a punch.
“Why, it’s a little witchling,” Slayne chortled to his companions, turning his head—
And Eleanor stuck him in the cheek with her barbecue fork.
“Raagh!” Slayne brought his hand to his face, shocked that the girl had cut him. Then he plunged his sword into the dumbwaiter. Eleanor shrank back and threw up an arm—
Clang! The blade glanced off her gauntlet. “Help!”
Slayne pulled back for another thrust. Eleanor felt a jolt – and the dumbwaiter began to rise rapidly. The next sword strike hit the wall of the shaft below Eleanor, just missing her. She heard Slayne’s bellow of frustration as she moved up in herky-jerky starts until she reached the second floor. Light entered the dumbwaiter… and with it the shadows of Cordelia and Brendan.
“Get out!” They yanked her into the hall. “They’re coming!”
A thunderous clamour of metal sounded from the spiral steps. “Kill her!” roared Slayne.
The Walkers ran into the attic, closing the door and locking it. “Nell! What were you thinking?” Cordelia demanded.
Eleanor started to explain – when they heard the deep crunch of an axe biting into wood behind them. They turned to see the tip of Krom’s axe poking through the attic door. It disappeared and struck again. Chunks of wood fell away, leaving a hole. A sword stuck up and slashed around.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” Eleanor cried. “I was just trying to be brave, and now we’re all gonna die!”
Brendan ran to the rollaway bed. There wasn’t much time. Krom kept widening the hole – any minute now it’d be big enough to let all the warriors in. Brendan tossed the mattress off the bed and wheeled the metal frame to the window.
“We’re