Igraine The Brave
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Igraine dreams of becoming a famous knight just like her great grandfather, but the truth is, life at the family castle is rather boring. Until the nephew of the baroness-next-door shows up. He's got a dastardly plan to capture the castle and claim as his own the wonderful singing spell books that belong to Igraine's magician parents. To make matters worse, at the very moment of the siege, her mom and dad botch a spell, turning themselves into pigs! Aided by a Gentle Giant and a Sorrowful Knight, it's up to Igraine to be brave and save the day--and the books!
guards had already driven their reluctant horses into the woods, making a way through the thorny undergrowth with their swords. The Sorrowful Knight leaped out of his cover and barred their way. “Who are you?” shouted one of the men. “In the name of Osmund the Magnificent, surrender!” One of the horsemen placed his sword point threateningly against the Sorrowful Knight’s breast. The others were coming up from all sides, but their horses shied once they were under the rustling trees. “I am the
kitchen, do not wait!” “Aaaabraaa …” sang the books happily, “… braacadaaabrah, fortissimo, pianissimo!” Then they slammed themselves shut. There was total silence. Albert had closed his eyes. “Well, what about it, mice?” he asked impatiently, without opening his eyes again. “Did it work this time?” The mice began squeaking excitedly. Albert opened his eyes and leaned over the plate with a happy smile. An apple and a roll lay on it. “What a wonderfully red apple, my boy!” said Sir Lamorak.
Bertram bowed to Igraine with a broad grin. “Your faithful watchdog at your service, noble lady!” “This is madness!” cried the Sorrowful Knight. “They’ll both be found and captured.” “Oh, no, I don’t think so,” said Albert mysteriously. Igraine had been sure she knew every single item in the armory of Pimpernel Castle, every shield, every sword, even every cloak, however moth-eaten. But she had never before noticed the strange thing that Albert took out of a small chest. It looked like a
making the ground shake all the way to the Spiky Knight’s tent. “Are you there, Bertram?” whispered Igraine. The one drawback to invisibility was that while other people couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see each other, either. “Right in front of you,” Bertram’s voice whispered in her ear. “Let’s go in.” Igraine looked around her one last time, pulled aside the heavy fabric of the tent flap, and slipped underneath. It was dark and stuffy inside. Through the sides of the tent red light fell on
in a moment. Casting spells is strenuous work, even for Books of Magic. “What do you think, Lamorak?” whispered Melisande. “Would we be more comfortable in the stables or downstairs in front of the hearth?” “I’d prefer the stables,” replied Sir Lamorak quietly, and yawned, which looks rather odd in a pig. So Albert and Igraine took their parents to the stables, made them a comfortable bed of clean straw, and then left them alone — with the horses, who looked disapproving when they saw their