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this and I thought that going to medieval times—you know, maybe with King Arthur and the Round Table, or someplace romantic and exciting—would make me feel better. I tried all sorts of ridiculous things to
go
.
    Felix looked from his sister’s face to the crown and back again.
    “Are those real jewels?” he whispered.
    “I think so.”
    “That crown is from The Treasure Chest, which means…,” he began.
    “Yup,” Maisie said.
    “Maybe there will be knights,” Felix said, climbing out of bed. “I would like to see real knights, and all their weapons and stuff.”
    He reached out to take hold of one side of the crown, but Maisie pulled it closer to her.
    “Wait,” she said. “I have to tell you something.”
    “
Now?
Can’t it wait until we get back?” Felix said, frustrated. Now that he could leave Agatha and Bruce Fishbaum and his ever-changing life behind, he wanted to get on with it.
    “This is kind of important,” Maisie said.
    “Fine,” Felix said, dropping back onto the bed.
    “The other day, Great-Uncle Thorne found me at the doorway to The Treasure Chest.”
    Felix looked at her, surprised.
    “I go there sometimes to see if maybe there’s a way to get in that we haven’t figured out,” she admitted. “Anyway, he went on and on about how dumb we are, how we don’t know anything about The Treasure Chest—”
    “What else is new?” Felix said, wanting her to get on with it. Already he was imagining eating big turkey drumsticks with his hands, and drinking mead—whatever mead was—while a minstrel serenaded them.
    “He said that the anagram actually could help us,” Maisie said.
    That got Felix’s attention. “How?”
    “It can give us background,” she said.
    “You mean like we would know ahead of time who we were looking for?”
    She shrugged. “He didn’t really explain.”
    “How do we use the anagram to get background?” Felix said, feeling prickly. He wanted to
go
.
    Maisie shook her head again.
    “Maybe we have to just say it or something?” Felix offered. Why hadn’t Maisie gotten the specifics? He knew how Great-Uncle Thorne could be, but still, she could have at least found out what he was talking about.
    “Maybe,” Maisie said.
    She held the crown out, and Felix hurried over to her and grabbed on.
    “Lame demon,” they both said hesitantly.
    Before they could say it again, that familiar smell of gunpowder filled the room. Then they smelled cinnamon and Christmas trees and flowers. The wind whipped around them, and they were somersaulting through time.

CHAPTER 4
Ali‘i
Girl
    E xcept this time, something was different.
    Very different.
    Some kids like to go on carnival rides that spin around and around. Felix was not one of those kids. In fact, he didn’t like spinning at all. So when instead of landing like they usually did, Maisie and Felix started to spin, he found himself not only frightened but also yelping. A yelling blur flew past him, a blur he thought might be his sister. But she went by too fast for him to be certain. And Felix was picking up speed, too. He thought he might be sick, that fancy chicken of Agatha’s rising into his throat. Was this what
lame demon
had done? he wondered. Sent them out of control, unable to land?
    “Feee…liiiiix,” Maisie called, her voice warped and whirling.
    “Maisie? Can you grab my hand?”
    He held his hand out and his sister bumped past it. Felix saw her trying to reach him, her own hand outstretched. But just like that, she was gone again.
    Palm trees seemed to fly past. And grass huts. And a man holding a large conch shell. Felix remembered something his father had told him once, a way to keep from getting seasick.
Look at the horizon. Keep your gaze on a fixed point.
Felix tried that. He stared hard at a palm tree, even as it, too, spun out of control. To his surprise, it helped. The palm tree, at least, was clear and steady.
    “Feee…liiiix.”
    He heard Maisie calling, and once again he held his