"I can't believe we took a trip to Morgan's library,"said Annie.
Jack smiled and nodded.
"It was incredible, wasn't it?" said Annie. "Yeah,"said Jack.
A strong breeze gusted through the tree housewindow. It blew open their research book about SanFrancisco. Annie reached for the book.
"Jack!" she said. "Look at this!"She pointed to a photograph in the research book. Itshowed a boy and a girl covered with dirt. The boyheld a sign. It was the poem about hope.
Annie read the caption aloud:
After the earthquake, while fires raged through thecity, two brave children tried to give hope to others.
Annie laughed.
"Those brave children are us!" she said. "That's thepicture Fred took of us before we left San Francisco!"Jack laughed and shook his head with amazement.
Annie closed the book.
"I guess we are two brave kids who try to givehope," she said. "We just gave some to King Arthur,didn't we?""King Arthur?" said Jack.
"Yeah," said Annie. She started down the ropeladder. "That was the mystery of Morgan's library.
We had to give four special writings to King Arthurso he could get his hope and courage back and saveCamelot.""That wasn't King Arthur," said Jack. He threw onhis pack and followed Annie.
"Sure it was," said Annie, stepping onto the ground.
"Didn't you hear him say, 'I'm just an ordinary king'?
Get it? King.""But King Arthur's not an ordinary king," said Jack.
"Well, he thinks so," said Annie. "I know it washim. I feel it."She smiled. Then she started through the FrogCreek woods.
Jack stared after her.
King Arthur!
As birdsong filled the early-morning woods, Jackthought about their visit to Morgan's library. Heremembered the sad king and how their writingsseemed to give him strength.
Maybe Annie was right. Maybe they really hadhelped King Arthur save Camelot.
And maybe someday they would go back.
"Hurry, Jack!" Annie called. "Before Mom and Dadwake up!""Coming!" Jack shouted. And he took off after her,running for home, finally. |