by Andrew Symon
PRAISE FOR JACK SHIAN
AND THE DESTINY STONE
‘The pace quickens, the stakes rise and the danger intensifies as the Shian faithful risk all for the true way and life. In this engrossing, enthralling, encompassing novel Andrew Symon brings his Shian Quest Trilogy to a close.’
The Scotsman
PRAISE FOR JACK SHIAN
AND THE KING’S CHALICE
‘An exciting, engrossing and entertaining first novel… . Blending history, theology, fantasy and good old-fashioned adventure, this is a cracking start to what promises to be an intriguing series.’
The Scotsman
‘This is a very good book so definitely read it.’
The Guardian reader review
‘Jack Shian and the King’s Chalice is a romping adventure full of secrets and intrigue that should appeal to girls and boys alike – the characters may be Shian but the emotions and “growing pains” of emerging into teenhood are identifiably human.’
Parenting Without Tears.com
PRAISE FOR JACK SHIAN
AND THE MAPA MUNDI
‘A twisting, turning, turbulent adventure.’
The Scotsman
‘This book is exciting and dramatic and I can’t wait to read the next one.’
The Daily Record
To Maggie
And thanks to Ian Black for all his help over the years
Contents
Praise
Title
Dedication
List of Characters from the Sian Quest Trilogy
Prologue
1 Frustration
2 Sheena of the Shadows
3 Autumn Equinox
4 Sabotage
5 Stowaways
6 Fishermen’s Blues
7 Waking Caskill
8 The Road to Ardmore
9 The Urisk
10 The Hebseelie Court
11 Island Time
12 The Gusog Feather
13 The Cailleach
14 Recovery
15 The Blue Men of the Minch
16 Kelly’s Wake
17 Papa Legba
18 The Bridge of Impossibilities
19 Fractals’ Seer
20 Island Hospitality
21 The Cu-shee
22 Cutting Off Witches’ Feet
23 The Swamp
24 The Rainbow Bridge
25 The Fourth Brother
26 Midwinter Solstice
27 The Green Man
28 Stalled
29 Mustang Flight
30 Temptation
31 Thanatos Execution
32 Preparations
33 The Edinburgh Coach
34 Storming the Castle
35 Deliverance
36 The Defeat of the Ancient Order of Plutocrats
Epilogue
Copyright
List of Characters from the
Shian Quest Trilogy
Armina
An enchantress
Arvin
A tutor of music
Aunt Katie
Jack’s aunt
Boreus
A Kildashie
Cal
A HebShian
Caskill
A giant
Clavers
A HebShian lieutenant
Cleo
A girl on Tula
Coll
A HebShian
Comgall
A monk
Cosmo
The leader of the Cos-Howe crew
Daid
A tutor of human lessons
Dara
A McCool
Dermot
A McCool
Doonya
Jack’s uncle
Doxer
An apprentice to Gilmore the tailor
Enda
A McCool
Endora
From Tula
Fenrig
Briannan’s son
Festus
Freya and Purdy’s father
Finbogie
A tutor
Finnegan
A McCool
Freya and Purdy
Jack’s neighbours
Gilmore
The tailor; husband to Barassie
Gilravage and Stram
HebShian youths; friends of Ossian
Grandpa Sandy
A senior Congress member
Grey Wolf
A Shian ‘from across the ocean’
Harald
The Norse leader ‘from the fjords’
Hart and Dorcas
Jack’s uncle and aunt in Keldy
He Who Waits
A Shian ‘from across the ocean’
Hema
From Tula
Henri
Claville Shian leader
Iain Dubh
The HebShian leader
Ishona
Wife of Iain Dubh
Jack Shian
Our hero
John
A seer
Karl
A NorShian
Kedge
A Shian youth from near Edinburgh
Kelly
A McCool
Konan
A Brashat lieutenant
Luka
A seer (see Jack Shian and the Mapa Mundi)
Magnus
From Novehowe; leader of the NorShian
Malevola
An enchantress; from Tula
Malicia
From Tula
Marco
A seer (see Jack Shian and the Mapa Mundi)
Matthew
A seer (see Jack Shian and the King’s Chalice and Jack Shian and the Mapa Mundi)
Mawkit
An inhabitant of the Shian square
Morrigan
Fenrig’s sister; a Brashat
Murkle
Tutor of Shian tales
Oobit
A Cos-Howe lad
Ossian
Jack’s cousin; son of Hart and Dorcas
Papa Legba
An enchanter
Petros, Rana and Lizzie
Jack’s cousins
Phineas
Jack’s father
Sanguina
From Tula
Saorbeg
A HebShian lieutenant
Stegos
A Kildashie
Tamlina
An enchantress
Telos
A McCool
The cailleach
An old healer
The Grey
An enchantress
The Twa Tams
HebShian youths
Shian (pronounced Shee-an ):
n, the otherworld; creatures living in or coming from the otherworld. Also called daemons, fey, gentry, daoine matha [good men], portunes, etc. (C. 14; origins debated)
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Prologue
Jack flung the stone into the rock pool as hard as he could. The splash soaked his shirt, but he didn’t care. This waiting around was so boring.
Midsummer – now that had been exciting. Hunting the swordfish of fortune; finding the Mapa Mundi; raising the giant’s bridge; defeating Malevola and the Grey; rescuing his father.
My father …
But he’s still so weak, thought Jack; all these years I’ve longed to find him, and it was two months before he could even talk. I still hardly know him.
But I’ve got Tamlina’s ring.
Jack took the ring from his Sintura belt, and stared hard at the Triple-S spirals. What did they mean?
‘Good things come in threes’, Tamlina had said. Well, th
ere’s three spirals. Is that really the Destiny Stone, the Chalice, and the Mapa Mundi?
The sun glinted off the ring, and with a jolt Jack saw the spirals begin to turn. He felt a sudden whooshing sensation – like the low road, only faster. Instinctively he closed his eyes, but instead of the blur of shade and light of a low road journey, in his mind’s eye Jack could see the street outside Cos-Howe in Edinburgh.
Two men, each tied to a chair, and facing each other. There’s snow all around them, and a burning brazier next to one. The picture’s blurred; I can’t make out their faces … There’s three tall men approaching … That’s Boreus! And he’s slapped one of the prisoners hard … Now he’s holding the man’s head so it faces sideways. Someone else is coming … he’s put a sword in the fire. He’s holding the hot blade up to the prisoner’s eyes …
Bleeurgh! That’s gross!
Jack opened his eyes, and took a deep breath. He felt sick.
That was disgusting!
Jack shook his head, trying to clear the image seared into his mind, but it was no use. Like a film loop in his head he kept seeing the sword slicing into eyes.
He puked.
1
Frustration
“What’s the matter, Jack?” asked Rana.
Jack started, and wiped his mouth. Had she seen him puke? He wished his cousins wouldn’t creep up on him like that. Glancing apprehensively at the ring, he noticed that one of the spiral arms had faded. He tried to concentrate.
“I thought I saw something. There was snow.”
“Snow? What planet are you on? It’s not even autumn yet.”
“Shut up, Rana.” Lizzie sounded concerned. “Jack doesn’t look well.”
“I’m all right. I was thinking about the Kildashie.”
“That uncivilised bunch,” snorted Lizzie. “It beats me how they can order the Thanatos around.”
“It’s the Tassitus charm,” said Rana confidently. “If they can control sound, they can do what they want.”
“And they’re near the Stone too,” added Jack. “That must make them stronger.”
The Stone of Destiny. Jack hadn’t seen it that many times, but he’d known it was giving power to the Shian square. Only now the Kildashie and Thanatos were there; and they were torturing people.
I’d better not say anything about this to Dad. He’s still not strong enough to handle this – whatever this is.
“More Darrigs and dwarves have arrived,” announced Rana. “There’s some nearly every day now.”
“This little one said he came from Lomond,” said Lizzie. “It was freezing there.”
“It’s freezing wherever the Kildashie are,” said Jack, thinking of the snow in his vision. “I wish we could do something to get them out. This island’s getting crowded.”
“You’re just in a bad mood because you’ve had to start lessons again,” mocked Rana. “Mum didn’t waste any time getting you and Fenrig back to work when Gilmore arrived, did she?”
“It’s not fair. Petros doesn’t have any lessons. I’ve got to spend every morning stitching.”
“At least that gets you away from his wife,” pouted Rana. “Barassie’s so fussy. All that stuff about what we can wear in the tents, what we can wear outside …”
“And all her rules about behaviour,” interrupted Lizzie. “They’re a pain. She never stops criticising.”
“Gilmore’s all right, I suppose,” said Jack. “Good luck to anyone who escapes from the Kildashie. I just wish we were planning how to stop them getting the Destiny Stone and the Chalice.”
“At least we’ve got the Sphere, the Mapa Mundi,” said Lizzie. “They can’t make the magycks complete until all three are together.”
Jack smiled at the thought. He’d been the one to defeat the Nucklat and retrieve the Sphere. To begin with, Marco and Luka had even said he should keep it. But it had been an open secret that he had it; and each day Jack feared someone coming to steal it. All these Shian arriving on the island: maybe there were spies among them? In the end, Jack had entrusted the Sphere to Marco, but so far he’d kept Tamlina’s ring. Tucked away in his Sintura belt it was invisible; but people must know he had it … He’d got a strange buzz from it sometimes; but nothing like that vision –
… That was an execution …
“Anyway,” continued Rana, “the Sphere showed us leaving here in the autumn.”
“I’ve never said I wanted summer to finish before,” said Jack. “But Marco’s season-wheel is turning so slowly. I just wish we could get on with it.”
In his heart Jack knew that the Sphere had shown an autumn departure; but each week brought more news of Kildashie atrocities. Surely it was time to fight back?
“Can you tell me where Sandy of the Stone is?” A tall stranger had approached without any of them noticing.
Jack hurriedly thrust Tamlina’s ring back into his Sintura belt. Had the man seen it?
“He’ll be up at the house. Past those trees.” Jack pointed; the man nodded, and moved off.
“He’s new, isn’t he?” said Lizzie. “There’s loads of people I don’t recognise these days. D’you think we can trust them all?”
“You don’t think he could be a Thanatos spy, do you?” asked Jack.
“I don’t fancy meeting those Thanatos again,” shuddered Lizzie. “You’ve never seen the unforgiven dead. Believe me, you don’t want to.”
“And there’s Boaban Shee too,” said Rana. “Mum told me they’re like vampires. And there’s Red Caps in the border lands. Most of the country’s Unseelie now.”
“It’s hard to believe it’s like winter almost everywhere,” said Jack looking up at the clear sky. “It’s nice here. Bit cooler, though.”
Jack resolved to give Tamlina’s ring to Marco for safekeeping – for now. Like the Mapa Mundi, it was too much responsibility. And that vision had been scary.
“I bet Cos-Howe’s doing OK, though.” Jack tried to sound hopeful. “Cosmo can hold out as long as he wants.”
“If the Thanatos …” Rana was silenced by a shove from her sister.
“Let’s get back to the house,” said Lizzie. “It’s getting chilly.”
The youngsters wandered along to Marco and Luka’s house, surrounded as it now was by tents.
“Good news, kids,” called out Aunt Dorcas. “Marco and Luka are coming back tonight.”
“You mean the low road’s open again?” Jack’s eyes lit up.
“No, it’s still out of action. Anyway, they hardly ever use it. Enda’s bringing them over from the mainland.”
“They’re calling more McCools over too,” added Katie.
Aunt Katie’s changed in some ways, thought Jack. More McCools must mean they’re planning something, and once upon a time that would’ve got her frightened. But with Uncle Doonya a prisoner, she’s not scared now, she’s … determined.
“Does that mean we’re leaving soon?”
“You’ll have to see what Marco says, Jack dear. A grig told us they’ll be here this evening.”
Grigs are flying again, even outside the low road. That definitely means things are on the move.
However, Jack’s new-found optimism was to be short-lived. When Marco and Luka arrived that evening, all they would say was that the time was not yet right for a counter-attack. It wouldn’t be long –
(Where’ve I heard that before?)
– but things had to be in place, otherwise the whole mission might fail.
Despite yet another ‘not yet’, Jack was glad to see Marco and Luka again. Since midsummer they had hardly been on the island. And things on the mainland obviously hadn’t improved. The Kildashie and the Thanatos had most Shian – few as they were – under the thumb. Stories of imprisonment, torture – even murder – were commonplace now. A few areas had managed to resist, but isolated and scattered, and with bitterly cold weather, this was not much use for a counter-attack.
Marco and Luka brought many tales of horror from the mainland. And wh
ile the Seelie Shian bore the brunt of the ferocity, the Unseelie made no bones about their hatred for the humans. Every opportunity to cause mishap or mayhem among them was grasped readily; stories of disasters on the roads, or in darkened streets at night, showed that the Unseelie had few qualms and even less remorse. Stabbings, crashes and vicious ‘accidents’ had doubled since the Kildashie had united the Unseelie.
As they sat outside to eat, Jack saw Marco and Enda talking earnestly. Jack hadn’t had a chance to speak with the McCool leader since he’d arrived back; but he was pleased that more McCools were on their way.
They’d be more than handy in a fight. We need them. And it looks like we’re going to get the go-ahead tonight.
But if I’m honest, I still don’t rate our chances – not if the Unseelie are as powerful as people say. Dad’s loads better than when we rescued him, but he’s still weak. Uncle Hart’s not ready yet; Grandpa looks so old, though the Phosphan curse is out of his system at last. Finbogie will be useful, at any rate. Ossian too – if we can get him away from Morrigan.
“Friends,” called Marco, standing up at the end of the meal. “You will know that more help is on its way from Ireland; and the growing numbers here on Ilanbeg represent an impressive force.”
Jack screwed up his face. Impressive force? Most of the ones who’d got away were women and children. We need to pull in extra help from somewhere.
“We must stop the Kildashie and the Thanatos, before they get ideas about expanding further,” stated Enda. “We have troubles enough in Ireland with our own Unseelie. If they combine with the Kildashie, then nowhere will be safe.”
