Charlie Bone and the Time Twister (Children of the Red King, Book 2) by Jenny Nimmo Page A
Authors: Jenny Nimmo
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you?"
Charlie sighed. "No," he said. And then he had an idea. "Would your father like to see Henry again?"
Paton's angry expression gradually changed. Charlie could almost see thoughts chasing each other across his uncle's face.
"Now there's a thought," said Paton as if he'd suddenly found the right one.
"So what d'you think?" asked Charlie.
"I don't think anything yet," said Paton. "You'll have to leave me to ponder."
Charlie judged that now would be the right time to ask his uncle a favor. But when he mentioned going up to the Heights to visit the Thunder House, he didn't get the answer he'd hoped for.
"Ha!" said Paton. "I'm not going anywhere near those storm people. It's useless to meddle with them when they're in a mood. I strongly advise you not to try."
Charlie began to explain how urgent it was to get Tancred back to the academy but his uncle wouldn't listen. It was obviously going to take Paton a long time to become the brave and helpful uncle that he had once been.
"We've got to get there somehow" Charlie said desperately.
"I don't go out in daylight," snapped Paton. "You'll have to find someone else."
CHAPTER 8
THE THUNDER HOUSE
Henry Yewbeam was bored. Cook's underground rooms were cozy and interesting, but Henry had explored every inch of them. He wished Charlie would come and talk to him. But Cook said Charlie had gone home for the weekend.
Cook seemed to be very busy even on a Saturday. She had found a pair of old pajamas for Henry and some modern-looking clothes: long trousers, black shoes, and gray socks. And she had persuaded him to exchange his warm jacket for a blue sweater. Henry found this wasn't as warm as his jacket, but at least he still had the blue cape he was wearing when he came twisting through time.
Cook had hidden the Time Twister. "I don't want you trying anything silly again," she said, wagging her finger at Henry "You're here for good now Thing is, what to do with you?"
Henry hadn't given up hope. There had to be a way back to 1916, otherwise what would become of him? He didn't want to return to Bloor's, of course. But if he could just get to the right year, he would eventually reach his happy home beside the sea.
"But I'll have to go through that other world first,” he said to himself "The world in the Time Twister."
When Henry had traveled through time he’d briefly glimpsed the world of the Red King. His mother, who was a Bloor, had told him once that he was descended from this mysterious Red King.
"Some of the king's descendants have inherited a part of his magic," Grace Bloor had said. "But as far as I can tell, none of us have." And she had looked around at her family and laughed in her playful comforting way and added, "Thank goodness!" Henry wished he could hear her laughter again.
"Charlie's got some of that magic," he said to himself.
Perhaps he could live with Charlie? That wouldn't be so bad. Charlie could teach him to use all the new-fangled things, Cook had told him about: televisions, videos, computers, and other amazing things.
He'd been told that Cook would be back to give him his lunch at half-past twelve. But, according to the little clock beside Henry's bed, it was still only ten o’clock.
"More than two hours of nothing," sighed Henry.
He had an idea. Now that he was dressed like all the other boys at Bloor's, surely he could do some exploring. He had always wanted to go into the ruin, but Sir Gideon had forbidden it. Now was Henry's chance.
He tiptoed out of Cook's room, carefully closing the closet door behind him. After several more closets he found himself outside the cafeteria and running toward a loud noise that was coming from the hall. He looked in and saw a big man with a shaven head, hammering something into the main door.
Without stopping his work, the big man said, Who might you be?"
"I'm — er — Henry." said Henry nervously.
"Henry what?"
" Er — er — Bone." Henry didn't know why he'd said Bone. He just thought it might
Charlie sighed. "No," he said. And then he had an idea. "Would your father like to see Henry again?"
Paton's angry expression gradually changed. Charlie could almost see thoughts chasing each other across his uncle's face.
"Now there's a thought," said Paton as if he'd suddenly found the right one.
"So what d'you think?" asked Charlie.
"I don't think anything yet," said Paton. "You'll have to leave me to ponder."
Charlie judged that now would be the right time to ask his uncle a favor. But when he mentioned going up to the Heights to visit the Thunder House, he didn't get the answer he'd hoped for.
"Ha!" said Paton. "I'm not going anywhere near those storm people. It's useless to meddle with them when they're in a mood. I strongly advise you not to try."
Charlie began to explain how urgent it was to get Tancred back to the academy but his uncle wouldn't listen. It was obviously going to take Paton a long time to become the brave and helpful uncle that he had once been.
"We've got to get there somehow" Charlie said desperately.
"I don't go out in daylight," snapped Paton. "You'll have to find someone else."
CHAPTER 8
THE THUNDER HOUSE
Henry Yewbeam was bored. Cook's underground rooms were cozy and interesting, but Henry had explored every inch of them. He wished Charlie would come and talk to him. But Cook said Charlie had gone home for the weekend.
Cook seemed to be very busy even on a Saturday. She had found a pair of old pajamas for Henry and some modern-looking clothes: long trousers, black shoes, and gray socks. And she had persuaded him to exchange his warm jacket for a blue sweater. Henry found this wasn't as warm as his jacket, but at least he still had the blue cape he was wearing when he came twisting through time.
Cook had hidden the Time Twister. "I don't want you trying anything silly again," she said, wagging her finger at Henry "You're here for good now Thing is, what to do with you?"
Henry hadn't given up hope. There had to be a way back to 1916, otherwise what would become of him? He didn't want to return to Bloor's, of course. But if he could just get to the right year, he would eventually reach his happy home beside the sea.
"But I'll have to go through that other world first,” he said to himself "The world in the Time Twister."
When Henry had traveled through time he’d briefly glimpsed the world of the Red King. His mother, who was a Bloor, had told him once that he was descended from this mysterious Red King.
"Some of the king's descendants have inherited a part of his magic," Grace Bloor had said. "But as far as I can tell, none of us have." And she had looked around at her family and laughed in her playful comforting way and added, "Thank goodness!" Henry wished he could hear her laughter again.
"Charlie's got some of that magic," he said to himself.
Perhaps he could live with Charlie? That wouldn't be so bad. Charlie could teach him to use all the new-fangled things, Cook had told him about: televisions, videos, computers, and other amazing things.
He'd been told that Cook would be back to give him his lunch at half-past twelve. But, according to the little clock beside Henry's bed, it was still only ten o’clock.
"More than two hours of nothing," sighed Henry.
He had an idea. Now that he was dressed like all the other boys at Bloor's, surely he could do some exploring. He had always wanted to go into the ruin, but Sir Gideon had forbidden it. Now was Henry's chance.
He tiptoed out of Cook's room, carefully closing the closet door behind him. After several more closets he found himself outside the cafeteria and running toward a loud noise that was coming from the hall. He looked in and saw a big man with a shaven head, hammering something into the main door.
Without stopping his work, the big man said, Who might you be?"
"I'm — er — Henry." said Henry nervously.
"Henry what?"
" Er — er — Bone." Henry didn't know why he'd said Bone. He just thought it might
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