This collection first published by Allen & Unwin in 2020
‘Tashi and the Ghosts’, Copyright © Text, Anna Fienberg and Barbara Fienberg, 1996; Copyright © Illustrations, Kim Gamble, 1996
‘Tashi and the Genie’, Copyright © Text, Anna Fienberg and Barbara Fienberg, 1997; Copyright © Illustrations, Kim Gamble, 1997
‘Tashi and the Dancing Shoes’, Copyright © Text, Anna Fienberg and Barbara Fienberg, 2001; Copyright © Illustrations, Kim Gamble, 2001
‘Tashi and the Golem’, Copyright © Text, Anna Fienberg and Barbara Fienberg, 2009; Copyright © Illustrations, Kim Gamble, 2009
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CONTENTS
Tashi and the Ghosts
The Mountain of White Tigers
Tashi and the Genie
Tashi and the Stolen Children
Tashi and the Dancing Shoes
The Fortune Teller
Tashi and the Golem
Thinks-Too-Late
‘Guess what Tashi is having for dinner tonight,’ said Jack, as he spooned up the last strawberry.
‘Roast leg of lion caught fresh from the jungle,’ Jack’s father said keenly.
‘Wrong!’ Jack laughed.
‘Grilled tail of snake caught fresh from the desert,’ his mother said proudly.
‘Double wrong! He’s having Ghost Pie, from a special recipe that he learned from—’
‘Ghosts!’ cried Mum and Dad together.
‘Right!’ said Jack. ‘And would you like to know how he came by this spooky recipe?’
‘Yes indeed,’ said Mum.
‘Can’t wait,’ said Dad, getting comfortable on the sofa. ‘So tell us. After Tashi tricked those giants and teased the bandits, how did he meet these ghosts?’
‘Well, it was like this,’ said Jack. ‘The very night that Tashi escaped from the bandits’ camp and ran home to his village, Third Uncle saw a ghost light shining in the forest.’
‘What does a ghost light look like? How would I know if I saw one?’ asked Mum nervously.
‘Like a street lamp, without the post?’ guessed Dad.
Jack shook his head. ‘No, Tashi said it was more like a small moon, sending out rays of light into the trees, like white spider threads.’
‘Ooh, can you get tangled up in them?’ shivered Mum.
‘In a way,’ said Jack. ‘Ghost monsters can be sticky, and they tend to hang around, Tashi says. Well, the next night there were more ghost lights. They came closer, and closer, and Tashi called his parents to see. Soon the news spread through the village and everyone was peeping behind their curtains at the phantom lights flitting through the forest.
‘In the morning the people hurried to the square to talk about the ghosts. Some wanted to pack their belongings and move right away. Others wanted to burn down the forest so the ghosts would have no place to live. Finally they decided to ask Wise-As-An-Owl what he thought would be the best plan.’
‘My plan would be to ignore them,’ said Dad. ‘If the ghosts got no attention, they’d probably go away.’
‘I don’t think that works with ghosts, Dad,’ said Jack. ‘Anyway, Wise-As-An-Owl told the men to organise a great beating of saucepan lids outside their houses that night as soon as it grew dark. They did, and sure enough, the ghosts slipped away, back into the forest.
‘But the next night the ghosts came back. They drifted up like smoke, nearer and nearer, until they were pressing their faces against the windows. Their mouths were huge and gluey, and the air in the houses began to grow stale and thin as they sucked at the keyholes and under the doors. Everybody in the village burst out into the streets, coughing and choking. Men and women thundered around making a great crashing noise with saucepans and garbage lids and firecrackers. The ghosts melted away but Tashi was sure that they weren’t gone for long.’
‘They’d have gone forever if people had ignored them,’ muttered Dad. ‘Who comes back for no attention?’
‘Well,’ continued Jack, ‘in the morning Tashi went to see his father’s Younger Brother. He lives up on a hill overlooking the village and spends his nights studying the stars through a great telescope that he built years ago.
‘Tashi told him about the ghost monsters who were frightening the villagers and he cried, “Of course, I know why they have come now. Look, Tashi,” and he took out his charts of the stars and his Book of Calculations. “You see, look here. In three days’ time there will be an eclipse of the moon.”’
‘I’ll bet Tashi didn’t know what was,’ Dad laughed. He was already looking for the dictionary.
‘Yes,’ said Jack patiently. ‘It’s what happens when the moon is blacked out for a while by the shadow of the earth. Well, Younger Brother said to Tashi, “Last time there was an eclipse, the river flooded and your father’s pigs were drowned. And the time before that we had a plague of locusts that ate the village fields bare. You’ll see, with this next eclipse there will be a haunting of ghosts.”
‘At that, Tashi thought “Aha!”, and he began to form one of his cunning plans. He waited two more days and sure enough the saucepan lids did no good at all. Each night after the people went to bed, the ghosts floated back to the village. On the third night, a brave dog rushed out of his house but as he drew breath to bark, he sucked in a tendril of grey ghost, and it was terrible to see. He choked and gasped and his fine black coat grew pale and wispy until he was just a shadow, melting into the stones.
‘The villagers drew their curtains against the sight of it, but Tashi crept out into the forest. At first he could see only the small moons of light, tangling amongst the leaves. But as he tip-toed into the dark heart of the forest, he saw the ghosts themselves.
‘And there were hundreds of them—hopping ghosts, prowling ghosts, gliding ghosts. They were like white dripping shadows, fat and thin, tall and tiny, whipping all around him.
‘Suddenly Tashi felt a cold weight on his head. “Oh no, a jumping ghost,” he thought, and he tried to pull it off. But it slid down over his eyes and nose like sticky egg white, and he could hardly see or breathe. “Oh no, a jumping and slithering ghost,” he groaned, as it trickled down his back and clamped his arms.
‘“Let me go!” Tashi screamed, and as he screamed he sucked in a bit of cold eggy ghost. He felt as if he were choking, and then more and more ghosts pressed their bodies against him. Like thickening fog they crowded around and Tashi didn’t want to breathe for fear of sucking in those damp whirling phantoms.
‘And then a huge glowing ghost as big as a ship loomed over him. Its eyes were empty, and it was the meanest-looking ghost Tashi had ever seen.’
‘Has Tashi seen many ghosts before this?’ asked Dad.
‘Yes, he’s seen a few in his time, he says. Well, this mean-looking, leader ghost asked Tashi why he had come into the forest at night.
‘“I’ve come to warn you,” Tashi hissed at him, blowing out wisps of ghost as he spoke. “If you don’t leave our village at once, you will all suffer.”
‘The huge ghost laughed. The sound rippled like wind through the forest. “And how exactly will we suffer?”
‘“Well,” Tashi told him, “my friend the Red-Whiskered Dragon-Ghost will come and punish you if you hurt me or frighten the people in my village.”
‘There was a low buzz as the ghosts swarmed together, discussing Tashi’s news. The smaller ghosts were trembling, and their outlines were fading a little with fear. But the leader ghost was scornful. “Why should we believe you? No one could hurt us!”
‘“Oh, I can easily prove it.” Tashi said. “Just look at the moon up there. See how round and full it is? Now I will call my friend, the Red-Whiskered Dragon-Ghost, and he will open his huge jaws and eat the moon right up. When the moonlight disappears you will know how great he is and you will be afraid.”
‘Tashi called out into the night, “O mighty Red-Whiskered Dragon-Ghost, when I count to three, please open your jaws and take your first gigantic bite out of the moon!”
‘Tashi counted o-n-e very, very slowly. He was worrying, deep inside himself—what if Younger Brother was wrong with his calculations? Could an eclipse be late?
‘He counted t-w-o even more slowly. Was the moon shrinking a little?
“‘Are you ready, ghost monsters?” Tashi cried, and then he shouted, “THREE!” just as the black shadow of the earth moved across the moon and sliced off a great piece.
‘The ghosts watched as the moon grew smaller and smaller until there was not even a needlepoint of light in the dark sky. The moon had been swallowed up.
‘The ghosts moaned with fear and their sighs blew through the trees like a gale of ice. “Please,” they cried to Tashi, “tell your friend to give us back the moon. Tell him to spit it out again!”
‘Tashi was silent for a moment, letting the ghosts feel the awful weight of a sky without light. Their own little moons of ghost-light were paler now, swamped by the darkness of the night.
‘“All right,” Tashi said finally, “I will ask him to grant you your wish—if you do two things. First, you must all leave this part of the earth, and never come back. Every now and again, the Red-Whiskered Dragon-Ghost will gobble up the moon for a short time, just to remind you never to frighten my village and its people again.”
“‘Very well,” the leader ghost grudgingly agreed. “And the second thing?”
‘“You must give me the recipe for Ghost Pie. I have heard that it is delicious, and for three days after eating it a person can walk through solid walls.”
‘The ghost leader let out a roar of rage. The little ghosts quivered and faded into the trees. They were shrinking with every moment, hanging like cloudy raindrops from the forest leaves.
“‘Ghost Pie is one of our greatest secrets,” the leader ghost spat. He waved for some of the older ghosts to come closer. They whispered together and then the leader ghost turned to Tashi. “We will do as you say, young Tashi, if you promise never to reveal the ingredients to any other living soul.’”
‘Aha!’ cried Dad, slapping his knee. ‘So when are we going to have a taste of pie?’
‘Tashi says we can all come over to dinner next Saturday to try it, as long as we don’t ask any questions about how it is made,’ said Jack.
‘It’s a promise,’ beamed Dad. He stood up and stretched. ‘Oh well,’ he said, ‘I suppose that’s the end of the story, and Tashi’s had no more trouble with ghosts then.’
‘That’s right,’ smiled Jack, ‘but only one moon went by before he was in a sticky situation with a truly wicked Baron!’
THE MOUNTAIN OF WHITE TIGERS
The doorbell rang.
‘I’ll go,’ Jack called, because he knew who it would be. Tashi was spending the day with him, and they were going for a ferry ride. Jack had said to come early, in time for breakfast.
But when Tashi walked in, Mum peered at his face with a worried frown. ‘You look a bit pale this morning, Tashi,’ she said.
‘Yes, I know,’ sighed Tashi. I’ve been up burping Ghost Pie all night.’
‘Pancakes coming!’ cried Dad from the kitchen.
Tashi turned a little paler.
When they were all sitting around the table in the garden, and Tashi had managed three pancakes after all, Jack decided that he’d waited long enough. ‘How did you meet this Wicked Baron?’
‘Well, it was like this,’ said Tashi. ‘One day I went to visit Li Tam, my favourite auntie. I always like going to her place because she has the most interesting house in the village. The rooms are all decorated with painted scrolls and she lets me touch the delicate bowls and vases and hand-carved swords.’
‘Does Li Tam do a lot of sword-fighting?’ asked Dad.
Jack rolled his eyes, but Tashi just smiled. ‘No, the swords belonged to her father. Anyway,’ he went on, ‘this particular day I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door, when it was flung open and out stormed Li Tam’s landlord, the wicked Baron.’
‘Aha!’ cried Mum and Dad.
‘Yes, he was grinding his gold teeth, and he pushed me out of the way. I picked myself up and as I dusted my pants off, I wondered why the Baron looked so angry.’
‘Was he a friend of Li Tam’s?’ asked Dad.
‘Oh no!’ said Tashi. ‘He was no one’s friend. The only thing he loved was gold. You see, this Baron had once been poor, but he had tricked an old banker out of his riches, and then he had stolen some money here and hired a few pirates there, until he had a huge fortune.’
‘Where did he keep all his gold?’ asked Mum.
‘Well, it was a great mystery,’ said Tashi. ‘The people in the village were certain that he had hidden it away in a deep cave. But no one could be quite sure because the cave lay at the top of The Mountain of White Tigers.’
‘I’ve never seen a white tiger,’ said Dad, ‘but I’ve heard they are the fiercest kind.’
‘Yes,’ said Tashi. ‘Anyway, Li Tam was very upset after the Baron stormed out. She told me that he had called to tell her that she would have to leave her home at once because he had been offered a good price for it. And Li Tam had cried out, “Why must you have my house? You own the whole village!” But the Baron had ordered her to pack her bags by the end of the week.
‘“Look at this then!” Li Tam had told him, and she’d pulled a piece of paper from the hidden drawer in her cupboard. On it was written a promise from the old banker that she could stay in the house for as long as she pleased.
‘The Baron’s face had grown red and that is why he’d stormed out, knocking me over as he went. But Li Tam was worried. “Tashi,” she said to me, “I just know he won’t stop at this. He’ll try to find a way to push me out of my home.”
‘And sure enough, the next day when I went to visit her, I found the house was alive with mice. And they were everywhere. All the tables and chairs, shelves and cupboards seemed to be moving, crawling with wriggling bodies. From under beds, inside wardrobes, came loud squeals and scratchings. Well, Li Tam ran to me and said, “Look what the Baron has done! He sent his servants during the night to tip sacks of mice in through the windows.”
‘“Don’t worry, Auntie,” I said, “I will fix it.” I ran home for a bag of rice cakes. I crumbled them up and laid a trail of crumbs from Li Tam’s house right up to the Baron’s kitchen door. The mice scrambled after me, gobbling up the crumbs as they went. And soon it was the Baron who had a houseful of mice.
‘He was furious—roaring like a bull with a bellyache!—and when he saw the villagers laughing at him behind their hands, he charged right into the square on market day and shouted to them, “Tomorrow is the day you pa
y your rent money. From now on, all your rent will be three times as much as before. Be sure to have the money ready!” The people were shocked. “What will we do?” they wailed. “We have nothing more to give!”
‘When I ran to tell Li Tam she said, “Oh, Tashi, if only we had the money to buy our own houses, then we would never have to worry about the wicked Baron again.”’
‘Aha!’ cried Mum and Dad and Jack together.
‘Aha!’ agreed Tashi. ‘That’s when I felt one of my clever ideas coming on. So that night, when the last light went out, I crept through the streets to the Baron’s house and tapped on the kitchen window. Third Aunt, who was the Baron’s cook, opened the door.
‘“Auntie, please let me in,” I whispered. I ran over to the table where I’d often sat on baking mornings and pulled away the rug that lay under it. There was a little door over a flight of steps leading down into darkness.
“‘You can’t go down there, Tashi,” said Third Aunt. “That passage leads all the way to the Mountain of White Tigers, and no one has ever returned from there.”
“‘The Baron must have,” I said, “so I expect I will manage it, too.” Still, as I peered into the blackness below, I did feel just a little afraid.’
‘I don’t wonder,’ shivered Dad. ‘Sometimes I feel a little afraid just going to put the garbage out at night.’
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