Echo Quickthorn and the Great Beyond

by Alex English

  GET SWEPT AWAY BY

  SKY

  PIRATES

  ‘A charmingly madcap adventure with endearing

  friendships, sparkling wit and a swashbuckling journey

  across pirate-infested skies. I loved it.’

  Hana Tooke, author of The Unadoptables

  ‘A spirited protagonist, a charming sidekick and a

  believable villain come together in this tightly

  plotted treat for the senses.’

  Nizrana Farook, author of The Girl Who Stole an Elephant

  ‘A fast-moving adventure story full of intrepid explorers,

  ingenious inventors, stolen treasure and mysterious

  undiscovered lands.’

  Kirsty Applebaum, author of The Middler

  ‘A breathtaking adventure full of strange characters

  and even stranger places.’

  Claire Fayers, author of Storm Hound

  ‘From the very first page, I felt as if I’d been grabbed by

  the hand by a best friend and taken on the journey of a

  lifetime. Pacey, thrilling and endearing.’

  Joanna Nadin, author of the Rachel Riley series

  For Freddie, George and Rik,

  my very own band of sky pirates

  A wall can keep you safe from harm,

  From ‘them’ and ‘who-knows-who’.

  But walls that keep outsiders out,

  Keep you a prisoner too.

  PROFESSOR MANGROVE DAGGERWING

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘Ready or not, here we come!’ Echo scanned the castle ramparts for any sign of the evil king.

  ‘Can you see him, Gilbert?’

  Gilbert clung to her shoulder, his golden scales gleaming in the early-morning sunlight. For a lizard, he made an excellent lookout, and he bobbed his head and chirruped, as if to say, There!

  ‘Yes! By the turret,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s get him!’ Echo raised a rolled-up tube of paper, ripped out of her history book when her governess hadn’t been looking, took a pea from her pinafore pocket and inserted it in the end. She grinned to herself, shed her embroidered slippers and crept forward, barefoot, with her pea-shooter poised.

  As she rounded the eastern tower, she aimed the pea-shooter at the imaginary king and tiptoed on. She took a deep breath. And fire! The pea flew through the air in a green blur. Gilbert leaped from her shoulder and scampered along the parapet, catching the pea in his mouth with a soft squelch.

  ‘Got him! Now let’s capture the castle!’ Echo sprinted along the walkway towards the northern turret, Gilbert racing alongside her on the wall. It was going to be close! Echo put on a last desperate burst of speed and threw herself at the turret wall.

  ‘Capture the castle!’ She slapped her hand on the stones and collapsed on to the parapet, panting. ‘We did it, Gilbert. The king is defeated!’

  Gilbert caught up with her and flumped down with an exhausted chirrup. Echo found another pea in her pocket and tossed it to him. ‘Let’s have a break, then one more game before lessons?’

  Gilbert bobbed his head in a way that Echo knew meant, You’re on.

  She grinned and leaned on the parapet wall, her gaze drifting to the city streets below, where a group of blonde, barefoot children scooted a ball to each other in the dust. ‘Hey, look – I wonder what they’re playing.’ She leaned over and cupped her hands around her mouth. ‘Hello down there!’ she shouted. But the children were too far away to hear. She sighed and shaded her eyes, scanning the city streets, as she always did, for a head of dark, curly hair. But, as always, there was nobody like Echo to be seen, just person after person with straight fair hair, peachy-pale skin and, if she’d been able to see closely, not a single freckle between them.

  ‘One day I’ll see someone like me out there,’ she said in a small voice.

  Gilbert scuttled up to her shoulder and gazed out too, his pea clasped in his front feet.

  ‘I suppose there are no lizards quite like you either.’ Echo smiled and tickled his chin. ‘Maybe that’s why we go so well together.’ Although, she thought, as she watched one of the girls shoot the ball into a makeshift goal to yells of triumph from her sisters, I do wish I could go outside, just once.

  Gilbert swallowed his pea with a gulp and butted her cheek with his snout.

  Echo laughed and stroked his golden scales. ‘Oh, Gilbert, of course you’re my best friend. But we’d have even more fun with some other children to play with.’ She glanced down at the girls again. ‘I bet they’ d like to play Capture the Castle. We could have a whole army to defeat the evil king!’

  She looked out further over the city of Lockfort. It was the same old view. The castle towered in the centre, surrounded by a greenish, weed-filled moat. Outside, the streets expanded in rings of identical grey, cone-roofed houses right up to the city walls. Beyond the walls she could just about see the Barren, a wide, rocky, bare expanse that stretched out to the horizon. Beyond that there was nothing but the end of the world.

  There was a shriek of delight from the girls below and Echo looked down again. With a jolt, she saw a woman, the girls’ mother, emerge from one of the little round houses, carrying a tiny, blanket-wrapped bundle. The woman beckoned to the girls and they gathered round her.

  ‘They’ve got a new baby sister!’ Echo breathed. ‘Or I suppose it could be a brother?’ She leaned as far as she dared over the parapet, wishing she could get a closer look.

  Down below, the woman enveloped all three girls in a hug and Echo’s heart ached. Gilbert nuzzled her cheek and wrapped himself round her like a scarf.

  ‘I’m so glad I have you, Gilbert. You’re the only one who understands.’ She took a deep breath to steady herself and he butted his head against her neck.

  ‘What, you want another game?’ Echo squinted up at the sun. The castle gong hadn’t rung yet, which meant there were still a few minutes of freedom before the endless boredom of lessons. She cast a last longing glance at the girls and their mother as they disappeared inside their little grey house, before covering her eyes. ‘Okay. Ready or not . . .’

  The evil king was harder to find this time, but Echo finally spotted him lurking by the eastern turret doorway. She took a running jump, putting her pea-shooter to her lips as she leaped through the air. Fire! She shot the pea, but just as she did so the turret door flew open with a bang. Gilbert shot into a hole between two stones, Echo felt her skirt snag on the wall and suddenly she was tumbling through the air, head over heels, her skirt flying over her head and something tearing with a resounding RRRIP!

  With a thud, Echo landed on the flagstones in a heap.

  ‘What in all Lockfort is going on up here?’

  Echo’s heart fell into her stomach. She’d know that voice anywhere. Her governess, Miss Brittle!

  Echo pulled her dress back down and looked up in horror to see that the pea had hit Miss Brittle between the eyebrows and was now dripping greenly down her long, pointed nose.

  She crouched, frozen, as the governess slowly drew a handkerchief from the pocket of her long black dress and wiped her face. Miss Brittle frowned into the handkerchief. ‘And what exactly is this?’

  Echo swallowed. ‘It’s a p-pea, Miss Brittle.’

  ‘I know it’s a pea,’ said the governess. ‘I can see very well that it’s a pea. But tell me, why is a pea flying through the air on the castle ramparts rather than being in the kitchen where it belongs? And why are you –’ she extended a long finger – ‘gallivanting about up here when you are needed by the king? I must have searched a hundred rooms for you!’

  Echo’s stomach clenched. The king? This couldn’t be good.

  E
cho hurried down the endless twisting corridors to the king’s rooms, wiping down her skirt as she went and hopping to jam her slippers back on her feet. She blinked as the door opened and her eyes adjusted to the dim light. It always seemed like evening in the king’s study, with its heavy burgundy velvet drapes, dark wood panels and flickering oil lamps. The king sat behind his desk, his bejewelled fingers steepled and his face stern beneath its thick thatch of blond hair. What could he want?

  ‘What happened to your dress?’

  ‘It . . . it ripped, Your Majesty.’

  ‘And the green stains?’

  ‘I fell. I had peas in my pocket.’

  ‘Peas?’ The king’s nostrils flared and he took a deep breath, then muttered something to himself and shook his head.

  ‘Isn’t Horace coming too?’ Echo asked, looking around.

  ‘Prince Horace,’ said the king, ‘is on bed rest. With a sprained ankle.’

  Echo swallowed. So this was why the king wanted to see her. But she couldn’t possibly be in trouble this time. It wasn’t even her fault.

  ‘I would like you to explain to me how my son ended up injuring himself in your company. What were you both doing?’

  ‘We . . . we were exploring,’ said Echo.

  ‘Exploring,’ said the king.

  ‘Yes,’ said Echo.

  ‘Exploring in the library?’

  Echo twisted her skirt between her hands. The library was one of the many parts of the castle that were out of bounds, along with the kitchens, the dungeons, the stables and the dignitaries’ private quarters. But it looked like she and Horace were in trouble anyway so she might as well tell the truth.

  ‘Horace wanted to find a book—’

  The king shook his head. ‘Horace tells me it was your idea.’

  ‘No! I was helping him. He asked me.’

  ‘I understand you forced him to go.’

  Forced him? The liar! Echo clenched her fists. ‘I didn’t. I—’

  ‘The library is out of bounds for a reason.’

  ‘I know. I—’

  ‘I sometimes wonder why I ever took such an ungrateful child into my care. You have everything an eleven-year-old girl could want! What more could you ask for?’

  Echo bit her lip. My real family, she thought glumly. People who care about me, not about how neat and polite I am. All the fine food and four-poster beds in the world couldn’t compare to that. Why couldn’t he see?

  ‘Well?’

  Echo twisted her hands together. She’d learned long ago not to speak her mind to the king, and she knew it was useless to even think about asking about her parents. ‘Nothing, Your Majesty.’

  ‘Very good.’ The king sat back in his seat. ‘You are a ward of the monarch of Lockfort. Your life is in this castle. It’s a life most people out there can only dream of and you would do well to behave accordingly. Now for your punishment.’ He gave a smile that showed his teeth but didn’t reach his eyes. ‘I will have Miss Brittle remove all your storybooks.’

  ‘I don’t have any storybooks left, Your Highness.’

  ‘And why not?’

  ‘You . . . you took them away last time.’

  ‘So I did.’ The king thought for a moment. ‘In that case, I will remove your rooftop privileges.’

  ‘But . . . but you can’t!’

  The king slammed his fist on the table. ‘I am the king of Lockfort! Do not tell me what I can and cannot do!’

  ‘But please, Your Majesty! It’s the only time I get to see the outside—’

  ‘From now on, the ramparts are out of bounds. You are confined to the interior of the castle. That is all.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘I said, that is all!’ The king’s face was an angry mask. He was still glaring as Echo ran from the room, tears stinging her eyes and his words ringing in her ears.

  The injustice of the king’s latest punishment spun through Echo’s mind all day, through embroidery, history and deportment lessons. By the evening, she was still furious, and even Gilbert’s gentle finger-nibbling couldn’t cheer her up at all.

  At bedtime, she sat miserably before her dressing table as Martha entered the bedchamber, brandishing a gilt-handled brush. As the door opened, Gilbert scuttled up the wall and hid in his favourite bedtime crevice.

  Martha shook her head as she began untangling Echo’s hair. ‘Always in a mess, Lady Echo. I’ve never seen anything like it in all of Lockfort.’

  Echo glanced in the mirror, looking from her own dark curls to Martha’s smooth blonde hair. However hard she tried, she just didn’t fit in. She sighed.

  ‘What’s wrong, Echo?’ Martha’s eyes were kind.

  ‘Oh, nothing.’ Echo stared at her hands.

  ‘Now a problem shared—’

  ‘—is a problem halved. I know!’ Echo couldn’t help a small smile, despite herself. ‘It’s just so unfair that I can’t play on the roof any more. It’s practically the only time I get to go outside.’

  ‘Goodness knows why you’d want to, Lady Echo, when you have such riches inside.’ Martha shook her head. ‘I’d be happy never to go outside this place again. I remember the day I first got this job. It was the best day of my life.’

  Echo fiddled with her nightgown. ‘It’s just . . . I always thought someday I’d see someone like me out there. How can I do that now?’

  ‘Oh, Echo,’ said Martha, teasing a knot from one long lock. ‘I’ve told you before. You’re just the way you are, and there’s nothing wrong with that as long as you’re clean and tidy and well behaved. Now, do sit still.’

  Echo curled her hands into fists to hide her grimy fingernails. ‘I suppose I hoped one day I might see my parents,’ she said in a small voice.

  Martha shook her head in exasperation. ‘Echo, we’ve been through this a thousand times! Who knows who your parents were or what they looked like? Your mother didn’t even leave a note.’

  But she did leave me this, Echo thought, reaching into the drawer of her dressing table and taking out a small parcel of purple velvet. She unwrapped it to reveal a golden hairpin. Strands of gold twisted and coiled to form a wolf’s head, with a twinkling eye of deep green emerald. It was the only thing she had of her mother’s.

  Martha frowned. ‘Do put that away. I’ll be for it if someone finds out I kept it for you.’

  ‘So why did you?’

  Martha softened. ‘Because your mother left it for you, and it’s the only part of her you have. I couldn’t take that away from you. Maybe she even thought she was doing the right thing, leaving you at the castle where you’d be taken care of.’ She paused and glanced at the pin. ‘Although what sort of mother leaves a sharp thing like that in a baby’s basket, I don’t know.’

  Echo ran her thumb over the faceted stone. A sharp thing but a precious thing, she thought, her heart lifting for a moment. A mother who didn’t care wouldn’t leave her baby something as valuable as this, would they?

  ‘And Lockfort only knows who your father was.’ Martha gave Echo’s hair a last exasperated stroke with the hairbrush. ‘Just think how lucky you were to be taken in by the king! He doesn’t do it for all the waifs and strays, you know. Now, put that away, and get to bed.’

  ‘Goodnight, Martha.’

  ‘Goodnight.’ Martha gave Echo a quick peck on the cheek and left, closing the door softly behind her.

  Echo carefully tucked the pin into its velvet cover, climbed into bed and hid it under her pillow. Her mother might not be here, but she had cared about Echo, and this was the proof. From now on, she was keeping the pin by her side at all times. After all, who knew what else the king might take away from her?

  ‘Goodnight, Gilbert,’ she whispered into the half-light and a drowsy chirrup came from the wall.

  Echo settled down to sleep, one hand tucked under her pillow and her fingers curled tightly round the pin. Her parents were out there somewhere – Echo could feel it in her heart. They were out there and they were waiting for her.


  Echo just had to find them.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Echo woke with a start, her heart racing. It was the dead of night, and although all was quiet in the castle, the only noise the gentle drip and whirr of the water clock in the eastern hall, Echo couldn’t shake the feeling that something had woken her.

  But what?

  A prickle of fear ran down her spine. ‘Gilbert?’ she whispered, glancing up at his crevice. She heard the scratch of claws as he scuttled down the wood panelling, and a soft thump as he landed on her pillow.

  ‘Did you hear it too?’

  He bobbed his head and scrambled up on to her shoulder.

  Echo took a shaky breath and listened. The moon shone through a gap in the curtains, casting a bright shard of light on to the floor of her bedchamber. A shadow flickered across it and—

  There it was! Echo froze as she heard a gentle swish and creak from outside her window. Something was brushing against the stone turret walls. But what sort of something? A bat? A bird? A dragon-of-war ready to burn her to a crisp?

  Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. Dragons had died out hundreds of years ago. No, she wouldn’t let it, whatever it was, spook her.

  ‘I expect it’s an owl.’

  Gilbert quivered in a way that Echo knew meant, But owls eat lizards!

  ‘Don’t worry, Gilbert. I’ll protect you,’ she said. She forced away the fear that was fizzing in her tummy, flung back the covers and crept out of bed, the polished floor cold beneath her bare feet. As she lit her candlestick and tiptoed to the window, the noise came again, closer this time. Gilbert’s sharp little claws dug into her shoulder as she hitched up her nightgown to kneel on the velvet cushions of the window seat. Echo raised a shaking hand and, trying to ignore the rapid beat of her heart, took hold of the curtain. She wouldn’t be scared, she just wouldn’t.

  Echo drew back the heavy fabric and gasped. Right outside her window a vast turquoise sphere bobbed and creaked against the glass, its surface gleaming in the moonlight. What in all Lockfort was it?