3 An Old Wives’ Tale

CHAPTER 3

An Old Wives' Tale "Well, I believe in sea monsters too!" said Lucas. "And I have a plan." Ruskin scampered after Lucas. They ran all the way to Ruskin's lair. Once they were inside, Lucas played a trick on Ruskin. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the apple fritter, and tossed it deep into the cave. Ruskin ran after it. Then Lucas turned around and ran back out the entrance. He slid the heavy oak door across the opening and locked Ruskin inside. Ruskin whimpered.

"Sorry, boy," Lucas said. "But this plan doesn't include you. It may get dangerous." Ruskin squawked loudly.

"Someday, when you're bigger and stronger, you can come with me," said Lucas. "But not this time." Lucas raced back to the castle and into the chambers belonging to his mother, Queen Tasha. He opened the door and bumped into Anna Gills. A few bolts of fabric

fell from her arms. Anna was the royal seamstress. She was also Clara's mother.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," said Lucas as he helped pick up the fabric. "What's the hurry, Lucas?" asked Anna. "Forgive me for rushing," said Lucas. "I'm looking for Clara. Do you know where I can find her?" Anna smiled. "Clara is at Mermaid's Cove, collecting seashells," she said.