Jane Hardstaff

The Executioner's Daughter


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      First published in Great Britain 2014

       by Egmont UK Limited, The Yellow Building,

       1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 2014 Jane Hardstaff

       Chapter illustrations © 2014 Joe McLaren

      The moral rights of the author and illustrator have been asserted

      First e-book edition 2013

      ISBN 978 1 4052 6828 8

       eISBN 978 1 7803 1388 7

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      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

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       For Mum and Dad

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       7 The Queen’s Uncle

       8 Keeping a Secret

       9 A Hand in the Darkness

       10 The Ragged Man

       11 Truth and Lies

       12 Leaving

       13 Salter

       14 Bread First Then Morals

       15 Frost Fair

       16 Salter’s Scam

       17 Ice River Ride

       18 Dragon’s Heart

       19 The Queen and the Little Swan

       20 The Riverwitch

       21 Snatcher on the Shore

       22 Ghosts in the Walls

       23 A Trick

       24 Drowning

       25 The Great Wave

       26 Friends

       27 Bluebell Woods

       A note from the author

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

       Basket Girl

      She’d never get used to beheadings. No matter what Pa said.

      Peering through the arrow-slit window, Moss tried to catch a glimpse of the fields beyond Tower Hill. All she could see were people. Crazy people. Spilling out of the city. Scrabbling up the hill for the best view of the scaffold. Laughing and shouting and fighting. Madder than a sack of badgers. She could hear their cries, carried high on the wind, all the way up to the Tower.

      ‘Get your stinking carcass off my spot!’

      ‘Son-of-a-pikestaff, I ain’t goin nowhere!’

      ‘What are you? Dumb as a stump? Move your bum, I said! I’ve been camping here all night!’

      ‘Then camp on this, coloppe-breath!’

      She shook her head in disgust. Execution Days brought a frenzied crowd to Tower Hill. The more they got, the more they wanted. Like a dog with worms.

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