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    The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure)
    The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure)
    The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure)
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    The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure)

    By Jack Scoltock

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    The third book featuring Badger and Beano, by the author of "Badger, Beano and the Magic Mushroom". Badger's father has been snatched by Curselees and taken to the Underworld. Without magic, Badger must rescue him.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJack Scoltock
    Release dateJul 3, 2019
    ISBN9781393216179
    The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure)
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    Jack Scoltock

    Jack Scoltock is one of Irelands best fantasy writers for children of all ages.He was born in Derry, Northern Ireland in 1942. He is married with two grown-up children.Jack has many books on the Amazon, Smashwords and Draft2digital.A scuba diver for over forty years, Jack was one of the divers who found a Spanish Armada wreck in Donegal in 1971. Inspired by a small leather boot found on the wreck, Jack wrote one of his best historical stories about a boy who stows away on an Armada galleon. The Sand Clocker (Spanish Armada Stowaway), is one of Scoltock’s most popular history books.Now retired, Jack Scoltock spends his free time writing.Challenge of the Red Unicorn, Davey's siege (a siege of Derry story), Perry's Adventure, Justine's Secret Challenge, Seek the Enchanted Antlers, Back To Neverland, are among some of the best of Jacks stories.

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      The Magic Sword (A Badger, Beano, Adventure) - Jack Scoltock

      1

      You’re very quiet, Badger.

      Badger smiled as he looked down at Beano. I was just thinking, well you know what I was thinking. He kicked a pebble off the edge of the narrow asphalt path they were on.

      That Saturday morning, anyone seeing the boy with the grey streak in his hair walking with his dog, along one of the many paths that crisscrossed Kilkee Park would have seen nothing strange about them. But if they had known that Badger and Beano could converse by thinking to each other they would have been astounded.

      About the magic mushroom, said Beano, stopping for a second sniff at a lump of dirt in the middle of the path.

      Yes, replied Badger. I dreamt about the mushroom last night.

      So, did I, exclaimed Beano.

      Badger stared at him. I didn’t know dogs could dream? he said.

      Oh, I dream a lot, Beano told him, wagging his white-streaked tail. Mostly I dream about chasing cats, or finding a hoard of juicy bones, but last night I dreamt about the mushroom. I dreamt it appeared to us in another place else; not in the woods where it appeared before.

      Very strange, remarked Badger.

      High above in one of the tall elm trees that grew around a tiny clearing at the end of the path, two crows were watching them. One of the crows nodded down into the clearing. It’s happening, it said in its own language. Can you feel the magic?

      The other crow’s beady eyes glistened in the sun as it stared down. Yes, it answered. The feathers on the back of its neck ruffled in the light breeze.

      In the clearing a light growing mist was seeping up through the short grass.

      By the time Badger and Beano reached the end of the path the mist was up to Badger’s waist. Badger was about to say something to Beano about the mist when he noticed the Cross of Life was glowing on Beano’s chest. The dog’s thoughts reached him.

      This mist is strange, isn’t it? Very strange. He woofed, as he felt Badger growing excited. What’s happening?

      I don’t know, Beano, whispered Badger. But look at your cross. It’s glowing. As Beano tried to see the cross, Badger looked ahead into the misty clearing. By the time they reached it, the mist was over Badger’s head and rising.

      Badger, do you think... began Beano.

      I don’t know, whispered Badger looking all around.

      They walked slowly to the center of the clearing. The mist here was not as thick. There was a strange glow coming up from the ground.

      Badger and his dog saw the glow get brighter and brighter. Now tiny fizzles of lightning-like bolts, danced all around the grass in front of them.

      Suddenly it appeared, rising right up until it towered over Badger and Beano who tingled with excitement. Beano began to bounce about on his hind legs and bark. Badger could feel the hair on the back of his neck bristle.

      The magic mushroom! exclaimed Badger. It’s back! It’s back!" He began to smile.

      Beano’s tail wagged vigorously as he bounced about.

      Yes, boomed the familiar voice of the magic mushroom.

      Badger’s smile grew wider.

      The mushroom glowed bright green. Black fist-size dots flickered all over its wide umbrella which was slowly revolving.

      But...but why here? asked Badger. Why have you appeared in the park? I thought you only appeared in the wood above the town.

      At this the mushroom changed color and grew black. Its dots were just visible and its umbrella stopped revolving. I had to come, Grey One, it said in a low, sad voice.

      Now Badger felt something was wrong, but he put the thought out of his head and asked, Are we going on another adventure?

      An adventure? sang the mushroom, its voice even deeper. No, not an adventure. Its voice was almost a whisper as it said, Badger, I have terrible news for you. The mushroom’s color now changed to a deep purple and it gave loud sighs as its umbrella began to spin slowly. The red dots on the umbrella blinked on and off, making Badger dizzy.

      Well if it’s not an adventure, then why have you come? he wondered.

      The mushroom gave another sigh which echoed around them.

      Instantly Beano sensed something was terribly wrong. He lay down with his head between his front paws and waited to hear what the mushroom had to say.

      Mefistofelees’ son has broken out from the underworld. He has found out about his father’s death. Grey One...I... The mushroom shook and changed several colors in a second.

      Badger frowned as the mushroom became completely black. Now he dreaded what the mushroom was going to say.

      Trembling, Beano crawled closer to him.

      Mefistofelees’ son, Curselees, he ... he has taken your father...

      Badger stared at the mushroom as it changed color again. For a moment or two he didn’t understand what the mushroom meant.

      The mushroom sighed as its terrible words sank in.

      No! cried Badger. He turned. No!

      With Beano by his side he raced out of the clearing and across the park.

      The mushroom sighed again then slowly sank back into the ground. The mist quickly began to clear.

      Badger and Beano reached the house ten minutes later. All the way home Badger had been thinking about the mushroom’s words, Curselees has taken your father. What did that mean? Was daddy dead? Beano tried to reassure him this was not so. Now as Badger ran into the garage he hoped Beano was right.

      His father always tinkered with his Harley Davidson motorbike on Saturday mornings. Dismayed, Badger saw his father wasn’t in the garage. Oil dripped from the bike sump onto the floor. His father would never have allowed that. The motorbike was his pride and joy. Badger’s heart pounded as he ran to the back of the garage, through the door and into the kitchen. His father wasn’t there. He bounded up the stairs and into each of the bedrooms. Daddy! Daddy, where are you? There was no sign of him. Daddy! he shouted again as he ran downstairs. Still there was no answer.

      When Badger and Beano returned to the clearing the mist was growing thick again.

      The crows watched as Badger and Beano ran to the center.

      Mushroom! screamed Badger. Mushroom, where are you? Mushroom!

      Already they could feel the ground trembling. Almost at once the mushroom appeared. It was as black and as shiny as ebony.

      Where has he taken my daddy? shouted Badger. His face was wet with tears. Tell me. He isn’t dead...Tell me!

      Beano moved closer to him.

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      The mushroom sighed heavily before answering. Curselees hasn’t harmed your father...yet. He is keeping him prisoner.

      Then take me there! shouted Badger wiping his face with the back of his sleeve.

      Badger, said the mushroom in a quiet, deeper voice. "It isn’t as

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