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In Volume Three of The Summer of Magic Quartet, Adam's turn to lead the adventure has arrived. The Wise One, Myrddin, needs Adam to retrieve his staff from the Crystal Cave deep inside Glastonbury Tor. The quest grows more dangerous, however, and fear rises. Equus and Ava are far away, the Lady will not wake, and Myrddin is in human guise, unable to use magic without alerting the Dark Being. The four children are on their own. And as the Dark Being approaches, the children discover that danger can find them even in their dreams.
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Book three The Summer of Magic Quartet Heart of the Hill
Andrea Spalding
Book Three The Summer of Magic Quartet
Heart of the Hill
AN D R E A SP A L D I N G
O B P RCA OOK UBLISHERS
Text copyright ©2005Brandywine EnterprisesB CLtd.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
National Library of Canada Cataloguing in Publication Data
Spalding, Andrea Heart of the hill / Andrea Spalding.
(The summer of magic quartet ; 3) ISBN 1-55143-486-5
I. Title. II. Series: Spalding, Andrea Summer of magic quartet ; 3.
PS8587.P213H42 2005 jC813’.54 C2005-903270-7
First published in the United States,2005Library of Congress Control Number:2005927693
Summary:Book Three of the Summer of Magic Quartet, in which Adam must recover Myrddin’s staff from the heart of Glastonbury Tor.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program(b p i d p), the Canada Council for the Arts, and the British Columbia Arts Council.
Cover image: Martin Springett
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For David, who always believed it would happen.
Come by the hills, to the land  where legend remains; Where stories of old stir the heart,  and may yet come again; Where the past has been lost,  and the future is still to be won. And the cares of tomorrow must wait  till this day is done.
Traditional folk song
Note: Myrddin is pronounced “merthin” and is the Celtic form of Merlin. “Traa dy liooar” is Manx, the Celtic language of the Isle of Man. It means “time enough” and is pronounced “trae de lure.”
table of contents
chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten
Come by the Hill1 The Cares of Tomorrow18 Wait Till This Day is Done32 The Remaining Legends51 Stories of Old63 Stirrings of Magic 83 Stirrings in Dreams99 Lost in the Past116 Winning the Future134 Is This Day Done?154 Epilogue172 Author’s Note177 Acknowledgements182
chapter one
Come by the Hill
A midsummer moon rose over dark hills and flooded the sleeping valley with light—a brittle light, a white light, a light full of magic. The light slid into hidden places, and night prowling creatures retreated in confusion. The moonlight washed like crystal water over the valley’s fields. It flooded the small town that huddled around the base of the tower-topped hill that rose from the valley’s heart. The moonlight concentrated its magic on the hill, known by the local people as the Tor. Such clarity of light had rarely been seen in the heart of England. Only one set of eyes witnessed it now. The watcher gazed down in awe as the Tor soaked up the magic.
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The moon rose higher and higher, so bright and full that the watcher on the tower shielded her eyes. Moonbeam by moonbeam the Tor drank in the magic, until its crystal heart beat strong, and the for-gotten edges of the ancient labyrinth that climbed its slopes glowed. Still the moonlight poured down. The Tor drank till it could drink no more. Three large, white, oval stones on its flanks shone with an inner radiance. Two stones marked the entrance to the forgotten spiral path. The third gleamed like an eye, high on the Tor’s flank at the path’s goal. After centuries of slumber, the Spiral Labyrinth was awake. From the tower top, the watcher lifted her arms to the moon and felt her own long-dormant powers course again through her veins. She quickly wove the moon-light into protective armor, for who knew what other beings the magic light had roused? The moon reached its zenith, and its brittle light reflected and danced over the valley’s rain-sodden fields. The Tor loomed like an island from the sea of light. The watcher gasped, performed an ancient ritual and gave voice to the long forgotten prophecy.
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“When the Tor an island be, A child shall wind around the key And waken me.”
She turned her face to the sky and laughed as clouds once again obscured the magical moon and raindrops fell upon her cheeks. Her time had come.
Many miles distant, a child lay dreaming. Adam knew he was dreaming, but he was scared. At first the dream had seemed only odd, but now he wanted desperately to wake. He could not. He was powerless to do anything but dream. He’d fallen eagerly into bed, hoping his dreams would show him Myrddin, the magical being he’d promised to help. Instead, his dream had taken him to a strange place. He was standing beside a moonlit lake, staring across its water toward an island formed by a tower-topped hill. Tendrils of magic flowed from the tower. They curled and tugged at Adam’s dream self, trying to draw him across the water. He twisted and turned to avoid the magic. He didn’t want to approach the island. It fright-ened him. A voice from the tower spoke to him. Come to the Tor. The words slipped through the dream and fixed themselves in his mind.Come to Glastonbury Tor. Adam understood that was the name for the strange hill.
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