wonât it?â said Peter.
âYes, of course,â said Festival, âbut we should check it out.â
âMy dad said he was going to go back up there and build a brick wall across the door so that no one could come after us,â said Peter, âthough Iâm not sure if he ever did.â
âHavenât you been back up there since we came through it?â
âNo, I promised my dad I wouldnât,â said Peter.
âI think we should go and look,â said Festival. âIf the door is still there, then it will be below millions of gallons of water. And even if your dad did build the wall, we could drill a tiny hole through and find out.â
âI suppose.â
âListen, if all that water is there and we made a hole though, then the water would start to drain from my world and come back to yours,â said Festival. âIf it did, we wouldnât have to re-write the book.â
âYes, we would,â said Peter.
âI donât see why,â said Festival.
âWell, suppose we did save your world from drowning and brought water back here. That wouldnât be enough to fix it,â said Peter. âThe river is still running the wrong way. Your world would end up a desert and mine would get flooded. No, we have to re-create the book to make the river run the right way again.â
âItâs only a single river,â said Festival. âI canât see how one river running backwards can be that important.â
But they both knew it was. The drought and the flood it had caused told them that. It was as if that single small river on that remote island was the mother of every other river in Festivalâs world and Peterâs world, too.
Still, they had a while to wait before the next fullmoon, so they decided to return into the attics and find the door.
âDo you think we should talk to your parents and your grandad first?â said Festival.
âIâm sure we should,â said Peter. âBut you know that if we do, theyâll stop us from going.
âAnd, listen,â Peter continued, âsomethingâs been bothering me. When you arrived, did my grandad ask you why youâd come back? Iâd have thought thatâd be the first thing heâd have said when he saw you.â
Festival stopped and shook her head. She hadnât thought of it before, but it was obvious and he hadnât asked her. Heâd just been pleased to see her and taken her up to the apartment for tea.
âYou donât think he knew you were coming, do you?â said Peter.
âI donât see how he could have,â Festival replied. âBut then, I donât want to say anything nasty, I mean, he is your grandfather . . .â
âSomething isnât quite right, is it?â
âNo. I mean, now I think of it, he didnât seem at all surprised to see me, and he was standing right there in the dinosaur gallery when I arrived,â said Festival.
âI suppose he could have noticed the bat had gone when you had summoned it, but I bet if we asked him, heâd just say it was a coincidence he was there,â said Peter.
âItâs a bit unlikely, isnât it?â said Festival.
âEspecially as he hardly ever goes around the museum anymore.â Peter paused before starting again. âWell, thereâs no way weâll ever know unless he tells us.
âIâve always thought there were lots of things he wasnât telling me,â continued Peter. âI donât mean now, but the first time too. It was just odd. Like the fact his sister was living in your world. Heâd never mentioned he had a sister and he didnât seem surprised by what I told him.â
âMaybe heâs just trying to protect you,â said Festival. âAfter all, itâs obvious he loves you very much, so I canât see how he wouldnât tell us anything that might
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