Sir Thursday (Keys to the Kingdom, Book 4)
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On the fourth day there was war...
Following their adventures in the Border Sea, Arthur and Leaf head for home. But only Leaf gets through the Front Door. Arthur is blocked because someone . . . or something . . . has assumed his identity and is taking over his life.
Before Arthur can take action, he is drafted by Sir Thursday and forced to join the Glorious Army of the Architect. While Leaf tries to banish Arthur's doppleganger on earth, Arthur must survive his basic training, avoid getting posted to the Front and work out how he can free Part Four of the Will....
of straight lines and dots, but they shimmered as Arthur watched, turning into the stylish English characters of a fine calligrapher. Everyone watched Arthur as he stared down at the Atlas. Even Suzy, from behind Dame Primus. For the benefit of the others, Arthur read the entry aloud, with some difficulty because he wasn’t used to reading the old-fashioned writing. Many of the words were not ones he’d used before. “Spirit-eater” is a term often used to describe one of a type of Nithlings that
for several more. “Lieutenant Crosshaw says you are a special case!” bellowed Helve. “I do not like special cases! Special cases do not make good soldiers! Special cases do not help other recruits become good soldiers! Therefore, you will not be a special case! You understand me!” “I think so—” “Shut up! That was not a question!” Sergeant Helve suddenly leaned back, then scratched the back of his head and looked around. Arthur didn’t dare follow his gaze, but whatever he saw or didn’t see
their names on them and nothing else. When they first woke they couldn’t even read, but fortunately their reading and writing abilities had come quickly back to them, along with various skills and background knowledge. But very few specifics about their previous lives had returned. They’d found their notebooks, but those hadn’t helped much. Fred had relearned his favorite color and how he took his tea, but Ray found his own notes very cryptic. After reading them, he did feel that Ray probably
Only I got stopped by Superior Saturday’s Noon, who would have had my guts for garters if the Lieutenant Keeper, bless his white hair, hadn’t lobbed in—” “I’ll have to get the full story later,” Arthur interrupted. He was desperate to hear all the details, but he had to concentrate on the problems immediately at hand. “We’ve only got a few minutes. Sir Thursday knows who I am. He’s ordered me not to free the Will, which I think is in that cap badge he wears. The snake. And the Key is the sword.”
into some kind of giant’s tacky bathroom. In the middle of this huge room sat a round table about a hundred feet in diameter. It appeared to be made of cast iron, painted deep red. It was hollow in the middle, and around the outside there were a hundred or more tall-backed chairs, also made of wrought iron, this time painted white. One chair had a much higher back, and it was either made of solid gold or gilded iron. The chair next to it was also taller, but not quite so much, and it slowly