Greenwitch (The Dark is Rising Sequence)
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Simon, Jane, and Barney, enlisted by their mysterious great-uncle, arrive in a small coastal town to recover a priceless golden grail stolen by the forces of evil -- Dark. They are not at first aware of the strange powers of another boy brought to help, Will Stanton -- nor of the sinister significance of the Greenwitch, an image of leaves and branches that for centuries has been cast into the sea for good luck in fishing and harvest.
Their search for the grail sets into motion a series of distubing, sometimes dangerous events that, at their climax, bring forth a gift that, for a time at least, will keep the Dark from rising.
the side walls, square windows were set, neatly curtained; leaning down from the front of the van were shafts for the horse that stood grazing quietly nearby. At the rear, a sturdy six-rung ladder led up to a door painted with ornate decorations to match the scrollwork: a split door, of the kind used in stables, with the top half hanging open and the lower half latched shut. As they crouched behind the trees, breathlessly staring, a figure appeared in the doorway, opened this lower door and
No thought of running away came into their minds, or anything but unquestioning obedience. Barney walked automatically forward out of the trees, and felt Simon moving with him in the same unhesitating way. Even Rufus trotted docile at their side. They stood together in the sunlit field beside the caravan, facing the dark man in his dark clothes, and although the sun was warm on their skin it seemed to them that the day had become chill. The man looked at them, unsmiling, expressionless. “What
while Simon wolfed down Cornish pasties and tried not to catch her eye. Mrs Stanton listened happily, shaking her blonde head in admiration. “It’s just wonderful the way these old customs are kept up,” she said. “And I think it’s great they wouldn’t let a foreigner watch. So many of our Indians back home, they let the white man in to watch their native dances, and before you know it the whole thing’s just a tourist trap.” “I’m glad you weren’t offended,” Jane said. “We were afraid—” “Oh no no
things for him while he attracts our attention.” Simon said slowly, “There was no sign of anyone else having been in the caravan. And the farm looked as if it had been empty for years.” “Let’s go and tell the captain.” But there was no need to tell him. At the Grey House, they found Barney perched in a small high room overlooking the harbour, studying the painter through Captain Toms’ largest telescope. The old man himself, having let them in, remained below. “This foot of mine,” he said
dropped from her face. “I don’t hold with talk of witches,” she said, politely but finally, and went out again. “Oh my,” said Aunt Fran in dismay. Her husband chuckled. “Yankee, go home,” he said. * * * “What is this Greenwitch affair really, Gumerry?” Simon said next morning. “Will told you.” “All he knew was what he got out of some book.” “He’s going to be a nuisance, I’m afraid,” Barney said with distaste. Merriman looked down at him sharply. “Never dismiss anyone’s value until you