Diana Wynne JonesHEXWOOD
ILLUSTRATED BY TIM STEVENS
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Illustration by Tim Stevens 2000
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Dedication
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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PART TWO
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PART THREE
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PART EIGHT
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PART NINE
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About the Publisher
The letter was in Earth script, unhandily scrawled in blobby blue ballpoint. It said: Hexwood Farm Wednesday 3 March 1993 Dear Sector Controller, We though we better send to you in Regional straight off. We got a right problem here. This fool clerk, calls hisself Harrison Scudmore, he went and started one of these old machines running, the one with all the Reigner seals on it, says he overrode the computers to do it. When we say a few words about that, he turns round and says he was bored, he only wanted to make the best all-time football team, you know King Arthur in goal, Julius Ceasar for striker, Napoleon midfield, only this team is for real, he found out this machine can do that, which it do. Trouble is we dont have the tools nor the training to get the thing turned off, nor we cant see where the powers coming from, the things got afield like you wouldnt believe and it wont let us out of the place. Much obliged if you could send a trained operative at your earliest convenience. Yours truly W. Madden Foreman Rayner Hexwood Maintenance (European Division) PS He says hes had it running more than a month now. Sector Controller Borasus stared at the letter and wondered if it was a hoax. W. Madden had not known enough about the Reigner Organisation to send his letter through the proper channels. Only the fact that he had marked his little brown envelope URGENT!!! had caused it to arrive in the Head Office of Albion Sector at all. It was stamped all over with queries from branch offices and had been at least two weeks on the way. window.yaContextCb.push(() => { Ya.Context.AdvManager.render({ "blockId": "R-A-435267-32", "renderTo": "yandex_rtb_R-A-435267-32" }) }) Controller Borasus shuddered slightly. A machine with Reigner seals! If this was not a hoax, it was liable to be very bad news. It must be someones idea of a joke, he said to his Secretary. Dont they have something called April Fools Day on Earth? Its not April there yet, his Secretary pointed out dubiously. If you recollect, sir, the date on which you are due to attend their American conference tomorrow, sir is 20 March. Then maybe the joker mistimed his letter, Controller Borasus said hopefully. As a devout man who believed in the Divine Balance perpetually adjusted by the Reigners, and himself as the Reigners vicar on Albion, he had a strong feeling that nothing could possibly go really wrong. What is this Hexwood Farm thing of theirs? His Secretary as usual had all the facts. A library and reference complex, he answered, concealed beneath a housing estate not far from London. I have it marked on my screen as one of our older installations. Its been there a good twelve hundred years, and theres never been any kind of trouble there before, sir. Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax. Put me through to the place at once. His Secretary looked up the codes and punched in the symbols. The Controllers screen lit with a spatter of expanding lights. It was not unlike what you see when you press your fingers into your eyes. Whatevers that? said the Controller. I dont know, sir. Ill try again. The Secretary cancelled the call and punched the code once more. And again after that. Each time the screen filled with a new flux of expanding shapes. On the Secretarys third attempt, the coloured rings began spreading off the viewscreen and rippling gently outwards across the panelled wall of the office. Controller Borasus leant across and broke the connection, fast. The ripples spread a little more, then faded. The Controller did not like the look