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Authors: Philip Caveney
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Also by Philip Caveney:
Sebastian Darke: Prince of Fools
Sebastian Darke: Prince of Explorers
Alec Devlin: The Eye of the Serpent
S
EBASTIAN
D
ARKE
Prince of Pirates
PHILIP CAVENEY
Illustrated by Julek Heller
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ISBN 9781407020501
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SEBASTIAN DARKE: PRINCE OF PIRATES
A RED FOX BOOK
ISBN: 9781407020501
Version 1.0
First published in Great Britain by The Bodley Head
an imprint of Random House Children's Books
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The Bodley Head edition published 2008
Red Fox edition published 2009
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For everyone in the Writers' Workshop, past, present and future. Thanks for your good advice and encouragement across the years. In particular for Terie, who provided a timely introduction; for Ed, who drives me around and never complains; and for Eric, who never lived to see his own words in print.
PART ONE
C
HAPTER
1
THE FOREST OF GELTANE
The ancient wooden caravan had been crossing the wide stretch of plain for several days. Pulled by a single buffalope, it was making decidedly slow progress. Now the caravan creaked to a halt a short distance from the edge of a mighty forest.
The owner of the caravan sat perched on the wooden seat, clutching the reins and staring thoughtfully into the trees. He was what many plain-spoken people referred to as a 'breed' – the offspring of a human father and an elvish mother. He was not yet out of his teens and his tall lanky frame was loosely draped in the colourful uniform of a jester, one that had clearly been designed to fit a much bigger man. A garish three-pronged hat was perched on his head.
On the sides of his caravan were painted the words,
SEBASTIAN DARKE, PRINCE OF FOOLS
. The word 'Sebastian' looked somehow different to the rest. It had been added in a wobbly, amateurish hand, clearly over-painting another name that had been there before.
Alexander, his father, had been a very successful jester. After his untimely death Sebastian had tried to take up where his father left off, but his recent visit to the city of Keladon had taught him one valuable lesson: that whatever skills he possessed, he was not cut out to be a jester. His future lay in a different direction, and this journey, more than anything else, was his attempt to discover what that future might hold for him.
'This looks depressingly familiar,' said the buffalope in a slow, gloomy voice. He too was gazing straight ahead into the thick green ranks of the forest, his apprehension fuelled by a journey through those self-same woods in the not-too-distant past. 'I can't believe we're going through there again.'
'What's the problem?' asked a voice to their left, and they both turned to look as a little warrior on a tiny pony came riding abreast of them. Though his voice was deep and sonorous, the face that stared out from under his bronze helmet was smooth and baby-like, completely devoid of hair. His large blue eyes showed not a trace of concern. 'Surely, Max, if you've passed through the forest of Geltane once before—'
'It was no picnic,' interrupted the buffalope. 'There are
things
in there . . .'