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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2013

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      Copyright © Diana Wynne Jones 1998

      Cover artwork © Duncan Smith.

      Design by James Fraser

      Diana Wynne Jones asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      Source ISBN: 9780007507573

      Ebook Edition © August 2013 ISBN: 9780007507597

      Version: 2017-01-30

       To Robin McKinley

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Chapter Twenty-Seven

       About the Author

       Also by Diana Wynne Jones

       About the Publisher

      

      

ill you all be quiet!” hissed High Chancellor Querida. She pouched up her eyes and glared round the table.

      “I was only trying to say—” a king, an emperor and several wizards began.

      “At once,” said Querida, “or the next person to speak spends the rest of his life as a snake!”

      This shut most of the University Emergency Committee up. Querida was the most powerful wizard in the world and she had a special feeling for snakes. She looked like a snake herself, small and glossy-skinned and greenish, and very, very old. Nobody doubted she meant what she said. But two people went on talking anyway. Gloomy King Luther murmured from the end of the table, “Being a snake might be a relief.” And when Querida’s eyes darted round at him, he stared glumly back, daring her to do it.

      And Wizard Barnabas, who was Vice-Chancellor of University, simply went on talking “… trying to say, Querida, that you don’t understand what it’s like. You’re a woman. You only have to be the Glamorous Enchantress. Mr Chesney won’t let women do the Dark Lord.” Querida’s eyes snapped round at him with no effect at all. Barnabas gave her a cheerful smile and puffed a little. His face seemed designed for good humour. His hair and beard romped round his face in grey curls. He looked into Querida’s pouched

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