Physik - By Angie Sage Page 0,81
a bucketful of dust and washed it down with the slime from a bag of moldy carrots. He had spent the last hour Passing Through the most dusty, mildewed and decrepit pile of junk it had ever been his misfortune to Pass Through. There were so many large objects tied up in sacks, sealed in trunks and stuck at the back of inaccessible stacks that the only way to check every single piece in the warehouse was for Alther to Pass Through. So far he had found nothing and he had only checked maybe one thousandth of the available junk and rubbish piled up in Alice's warehouse. Alther could not even think straight, for the loud snores and foul-smelling burps - and worse - that were emanating from Spit Fyre stopped his dusty, muddled thoughts from making any sense at all.
"It's a Glass, Alice, a Glass - not a mirror," Alther corrected grumpily. "And if I knew where it was, I wouldn't be sitting here feeling like I'd been trampled by a herd of Foryx, would I?"
"Don't be silly, Alther," snapped Alice. "Foryx don't exist."
"Are you sure, Alice? You've probably got a whole stash of 'em stored up here somewhere," said Alther testily.
"When I was little, I used to think Foryx existed," said Jenna, hoping to help things along. "Nicko liked to scare me with bedtime stories about them - all half-decayed and slimy, horrible warty faces, huge feet with great claws running forever around the world and crushing everything in their path. I used to have to watch the boats from my window for hours before I forgot about them."
"That's not a very nice thing to tell your little sister, Nicko," said Alther.
"Jen didn't mind, did you, Jen? You used to say that you wanted to be a Foryx."
Jenna gave Nicko a push. "Only so that I could chase you, you horrible boy." She laughed. Snorri watched the brother and sister together and wished that she had a brother like Nicko. She would never have left home and come to this crazy place if she had.
Alice clambered over a pile of sacks containing seventy-eight pairs of backward-pointing joke shoes. Her foot went through one of the sacks and a cloud of leather-beetle droppings rose into the air. She succumbed to a coughing fit and slumped down on the chest beside Alther. "Alther, are you quite sure - cough - that this Glass - cough - is actually - cough, cough - here?"
Alther felt too full of dust to reply. The ghost was sitting in a shaft of light, and Jenna could see that he was full of millions of minute swirling particles. The dust cloud inside him was so thick that it made Alther appear almost solid and strangely grubby.
"But you think it could be here, don't you, Uncle Alther?" asked Jenna, coming over to sit beside the disconsolate ghost.
Alther smiled at Jenna. He liked it when she called him Uncle Alther. It reminded him of happy times when Jenna was growing up in the Heap household in their chaotic room in The Ramblings.
"Yes, Princess, I do think it could be here."
"Maybe we should ask Aunt Zelda to come help?" Nicko suggested.
"Aunt Zelda had no idea where it was," said Alther grumpily, remembering his trying time with the White Witch in Warehouse Number Nine. "She just stood in the middle of the floor waving her arms like this" - Alther did an impression of a windmill in a hurricane - "and saying there, Over there, Alther. Oh, you silly man, I said over there!" Jenna and Nicko laughed; Alther did a surprisingly good imitation of Aunt Zelda.
"But I am sure that the Glass is here. Marcellus himself says so. One hundred and sixty-nine days after he had his first success with what he calls the True Glass of Time, which he made a great palaver about and had gold doors for it and all the works, he completed two more Glasses of Time. A matched pair this time, which would be portable. These worked very well, apparently. It's these I am looking for. I reckon one of them is here."
"Wow..." Nicko whistled under his breath and looked around as if expecting to suddenly see a Glass of Time looming out of the junk.
"Are you sure, Alther?" asked the ever-skeptical Alice.
The dust particles inside Alther were beginning to settle and the ghost was feeling better. "Yes," he said, more definitely now. "It's all in Broda Pye's letters, even though Marcia