Ch7-Willy

CHAPTER SEVEN Willy Hundreds of Shee swarmed over the bright bridge. Behind the galloping riders more Shee came fluttering on wings like butterflies. Augusta stood up as if in a trance, her hands clasped over her heart. "Oh, wow!" breathed Annie. "Keep playing!" shouted Jack.

Annie blew into the whistle again. The Shee flew and galloped along the wide, grassy bank. Their horses, fleet as the wind, had arched necks and flaming eyes. They moved faster and faster, swirling into a blinding circle of light and color. The soaring sounds of the music inspired Jack to soar with his words, too. He looked at his notebook and sang: In a swirl they leave, so wild, so free, with a lonely girl to the hill of the Shee! "Jack, no!" shouted Annie.

A mighty blast of wind nearly blew Jack and Annie off their rock. They crouched down and covered their heads. When the wind grew calm, they stood up—just in time to see the swirling cloud of light vanish back into the old forest. The Shee were gone. Once again, sky blended with water and earth in a veil of silver mist. "Whew," Jack said breathlessly. "That was amazing!" "Jack! Do you know what you just did?" "Yeah, I made the Shee appear and disappear," Jack said. "I used my notes from Mary's story, just like we planned." "Yes, you did that," said Annie. "And you made Augusta disappear, too!"

"What?" said Jack. "The Shee took Augusta!" said Annie. "I tried to stop you, but it was too late! You'd already sung those words—" "What words?" said Jack. "You sang: In a swirl they leave, so wild, so free, with a lonely girl to the hill of the Shee!" said Annie. "I was just reading from my notes!" said Jack. "They took Augusta? Are you sure?" "Yes! She's gone!" said Annie. "Oh, no!" said Jack. He and Annie ran to the ridge above the river. "Augusta!" he shouted.

There was no sign of Augusta's red cape anywhere. "See? She's gone," said Annie. "It's all my fault!" said Jack. "You couldn't help yourself," said Annie. "But I'm responsible!" said Jack. "We have to get her back!" "Maybe Mary can help us," said Annie. "She—" "Wait, listen," said Jack. "What's that sound?" Squeaky noises were coming from behind the pile of small boulders. It sounded as if someone was trying to play the magic whistle. But the sound was definitely not magical.

"The whistle! I must've dropped it!" said Annie. "Maybe it's Augusta!" said Jack. Jack and Annie ran back and looked over the rocks. A man no higher than Jack's knee was blowing into the whistle. The man wore a green jacket and a three-cornered red cap with a white feather. He had big ears, a bushy red beard, skinny little legs, and silver buckles on his shoes. "Oh, man," said Jack. "A leprechaun!" whispered Annie. Jack and Annie just stared at the leprechaun as he blew into the whistle. His small, bony fingers