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soā€”the first one, I meanā€”went into a shop to ask how much something costā€”I think he said it was a concertinaā€”and while he was telling the man in the shop how much too much he wanted for it, I saw the charm in a sort of tray, with a lot of other things. If you can only buy THAT, you will be able to have your heartā€™s desire.ā€™

The children looked at each other and then at the Psammead. Then Cyril coughed awkwardly and took sudden courage to say what everyone was thinking.

ā€˜I do hope you wonā€™t be waxy,ā€™ he said; ā€˜but itā€™s like this: when you used to give us our wishes they almost always got us into some row or other, and we used to think you wouldnā€™t have been pleased if they hadnā€™t. Now, about this charmā€”we havenā€™t got over and above too much tin, and if we blue it all on this charm and it turns out to be not up to muchā€”wellā€”you see what Iā€™m driving at, donā€™t you?ā€™

ā€˜I see that YOU donā€™t see more than the length of your nose, and THATā€™S not far,ā€™ said the Psammead crossly. ā€˜Look here, I HAD to give you the wishes, and of course they turned out badly, in a sort of way, because you hadnā€™t the sense to wish for what was good for you. But this charmā€™s quite different. I havenā€™t GOT to do this for you, itā€™s just my own generous kindness that makes me tell you about it. So itā€™s bound to be all right. See?ā€™

ā€˜Donā€™t be cross,ā€™ said Anthea, ā€˜Please, PLEASE donā€™t. You see, itā€™s all weā€™ve got; we shanā€™t have any more pocket-money till Daddy comes homeā€”unless he sends us some in a letter. But we DO trust you. And I say all of you,ā€™ she went on, ā€˜donā€™t you think itā€™s worth spending ALL the money, if thereā€™s even the chanciest chance of getting Father and Mother back safe NOW? Just think of it! Oh, do letā€™s!ā€™

ā€˜I donā€™t care what you do,ā€™ said the Psammead; ā€˜Iā€™ll go back to sand again till youā€™ve made up your minds.ā€™

ā€˜No, donā€™t!ā€™ said everybody; and Jane added, ā€˜We are quite mind made-upā€”donā€™t you see we are? Letā€™s get our hats. Will you come with us?ā€™

ā€˜Of course,ā€™ said the Psammead; ā€˜how else would you find the shop?ā€™

So everybody got its hat. The Psammead was put into a flat bass-bag that had come from Farringdon Market with two pounds of filleted plaice in it. Now it contained about three pounds and a quarter of solid Psammead, and the children took it in turns to carry it.

ā€˜Itā€™s not half the weight of The Lamb,ā€™ Robert said, and the girls sighed.

The Psammead poked a wary eye out of the top of the basket every now and then, and told the children which turnings to take.

ā€˜How on earth do you know?ā€™ asked Robert. ā€˜I canā€™t think how you do it.ā€™

And the Psammead said sharply, ā€˜Noā€”I donā€™t suppose you can.ā€™

At last they came to THE shop. It had all sorts and kinds of things in the windowā€”concertinas, and silk handkerchiefs, china vases and tea-cups, blue Japanese jars, pipes, swords, pistols, lace collars, silver spoons tied up in half-dozens, and wedding-rings in a red lacquered basin. There were officersā€™ epaulets and doctorsā€™ lancets. There were tea-caddies inlaid with red turtle-shell and brass curly-wurlies, plates of different kinds of money, and stacks of different kinds of plates. There was a beautiful picture of a little girl washing a dog, which Jane liked very much. And in the middle of the window there was a dirty silver tray full of mother-of-pearl card counters, old seals, paste buckles, snuff-boxes, and all sorts of little dingy odds and ends.

The Psammead put its head quite out of the fish-basket to look in the window, when Cyril saidā€”

ā€˜Thereā€™s a tray there with rubbish in it.ā€™

And then its long snailā€™s eyes saw something that made them stretch out so much that they were as long and thin as new slate-pencils. Its fur bristled thickly, and its voice was quite hoarse with excitement as it whisperedā€”

ā€˜Thatā€™s it! Thatā€™s it! There, under that blue and yellow buckle, you can see a bit sticking out. Itā€™s red. Do you see?ā€™

ā€˜Is it that thing something like a horse-shoe?ā€™ asked Cyril. ā€˜And red, like the common sealing-wax you do up parcels with?ā€™ ā€˜Yes, thatā€™s it,ā€™ said the Psammead. ā€˜Now, you do just as you did before. Ask the price of other things. That blue buckle would do. Then the man will get the tray out of the window. I think youā€™d better be the one,ā€™ it said to Anthea. ā€˜Weā€™ll wait out here.ā€™

So the others flattened their noses against the shop window, and presently a large, dirty, short-fingered hand with a very big diamond ring came stretching through the green half-curtains at the back of the shop window and took away the tray.

They could not see what was happening in the interview between Anthea and the Diamond Ring, and it seemed to them that she had had timeā€”if she had had moneyā€”to buy everything in the shop before the moment came when she stood before them, her face wreathed in grins, as Cyril said later, and in her hand the charm.

It was something like this: [Drawing omitted.] and it was made of a red, smooth, softly shiny stone.

ā€˜Iā€™ve got it,ā€™ Anthea whispered, just opening her hand to give the others a glimpse of it. ā€˜Do letā€™s get home. We canā€™t stand here like stuck-pigs looking at it in the street.ā€™

So home they went. The parlour in Fitzroy Street was a very flat background to magic happenings. Down in the country among the flowers and green fields anything had seemedā€”and indeed had beenā€”possible. But it was hard to believe that anything really wonderful could happen so near the Tottenham Court Road. But the Psammead was thereā€”and it in itself was wonderful. And it could talkā€”and it had shown them where a charm could be bought that would make the owner of it perfectly happy. So the four children hurried home, taking very long steps, with their chins stuck out, and their mouths shut very tight indeed. They went so fast that the Psammead was quite shaken about in its fish-bag, but it did not say anythingā€”perhaps for fear of attracting public notice.

They got home at last, very hot indeed, and set the Psammead on the green tablecloth.

ā€˜Now then!ā€™ said Cyril.

But the Psammead had to have a plate of sand fetched for it, for it was quite faint. When it had refreshed itself a little it saidā€”

ā€˜Now then! Let me see the charm,ā€™ and Anthea laid it on the green table-cover. The Psammead shot out his long eyes to look at it, then it turned them reproachfully on Anthea and saidā€”

ā€˜But thereā€™s only half of it here!ā€™

This was indeed a blow.

ā€˜It was all there was,ā€™ said Anthea, with timid firmness. She knew it was not her fault. ā€˜There should be another piece,ā€™ said the Psammead, ā€˜and a sort of pin to fasten the two together.ā€™

ā€˜Isnā€™t half any good?ā€™ā€”ā€˜Wonā€™t it work without the other bit?ā€™ā€”ā€˜It cost seven-and-six.ā€™ā€”ā€˜Oh, bother, bother, bother!ā€™ā€”ā€˜Donā€™t be silly little idiots!ā€™ said everyone and the Psammead altogether.

Then there was a wretched silence. Cyril broke itā€”

ā€˜What shall we do?ā€™

ā€˜Go back to the shop and see if they havenā€™t got the other half,ā€™ said the Psammead. ā€˜Iā€™ll go to sand till you come back. Cheer up! Even the bit youā€™ve got is SOME good, but itā€™ll be no end of a bother if you canā€™t find the other.ā€™

So Cyril went to the shop. And the Psammead to sand. And the other three went to dinner, which was now ready. And old Nurse was very cross that Cyril was not ready too.

The three were watching at the windows when Cyril returned, and even before he was near enough for them to see his face there was something about the slouch of his shoulders and set of his knickerbockers and the way he dragged his boots along that showed but too plainly that his errand had been in vain.

ā€˜Well?ā€™ they all said, hoping against hope on the front-door step.

ā€˜No go,ā€™ Cyril answered; ā€˜the man said the thing was perfect. He said it was a Roman ladyā€™s locket, and people shouldnā€™t buy curios if they didnā€™t know anything about arkyā€”something or other, and that he never went back on a bargain, because it wasnā€™t business, and he expected his customers to act the same. He was simply nastyā€”thatā€™s what he was, and I want my dinner.ā€™

It was plain that Cyril was not pleased.

The unlikeliness of anything really interesting happening in that parlour lay like a weight of lead on everyoneā€™s spirits. Cyril had his dinner, and just as he was swallowing the last mouthful of apple-pudding there was a scratch at the door. Anthea opened it and in walked the Psammead.

ā€˜Well,ā€™ it said, when it had heard the news, ā€˜things might be worse. Only you wonā€™t be surprised if you have a few adventures before you get the other half. You want to get it, of course.ā€™

ā€˜Rather,ā€™ was the general reply. ā€˜And we donā€™t mind adventures.ā€™

ā€˜No,ā€™ said the Psammead, ā€˜I seem to remember that about you. Well, sit down and listen with all your ears. Eight, are there? Rightā€”I am glad you know arithmetic. Now pay attention, because I donā€™t intend to tell you everything twice over.ā€™

As the children settled themselves on the floorā€”it was far more comfortable than the chairs, as well as more polite to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearthrugā€”a sudden cold pain caught at Antheaā€™s heart. Fatherā€”Motherā€”the darling Lambā€”all far away. Then a warm, comfortable feeling flowed through her. The Psammead was here, and at least half a charm, and there were to be adventures. (If you donā€™t know what a cold pain is, I am glad for your sakes, and I hope you never may.)

ā€˜Now,ā€™ said the Psammead cheerily, ā€˜you are not particularly nice, nor particularly clever, and youā€™re not at all good-looking. Still, youā€™ve saved my lifeā€”oh, when I think of that man and his pail of water!ā€”so Iā€™ll tell you all I know. At least, of course I canā€™t do that, because I know far too much. But Iā€™ll tell you all I know about this red thing.ā€™

ā€˜Do! Do! Do! Do!ā€™ said everyone.

ā€˜Well, then,ā€™ said the Psammead. ā€˜This thing is half of an Amulet that can do all sorts of things; it can make the corn grow, and the waters flow, and the trees bear fruit, and the little new beautiful babies come. (Not that babies ARE beautiful, of course,ā€™ it broke off to say, ā€˜but their mothers think they areā€”and as long as you think a thingā€™s true it IS true as far as youā€™re concerned.)ā€™

Robert yawned.

The Psammead went on.

ā€˜The complete Amulet can keep off all the things that make people unhappyā€”jealousy, bad temper, pride, disagreeableness, greediness, selfishness, laziness. Evil spirits, people called them when the Amulet was made. Donā€™t you think it would be nice to have it?ā€™

ā€˜Very,ā€™ said the children, quite without enthusiasM.

ā€˜And it can give you strength and courage.ā€™

ā€˜Thatā€™s better,ā€™ said Cyril.

ā€˜And virtue.ā€™

ā€˜I suppose itā€™s nice to have that,ā€™ said Jane, but not with much interest.

ā€˜And it can give you your heartā€™s desire.ā€™

ā€˜Now youā€™re talking,ā€™ said Robert.

ā€˜Of course I am,ā€™ retorted the Psammead tartly, ā€˜so thereā€™s no need for you to.ā€™

ā€˜Heartā€™s desire is good enough for me,ā€™ said Cyril.

ā€˜Yes, but,ā€™ Anthea ventured, ā€˜all thatā€™s what the WHOLE charm can do. Thereā€™s something that the half weā€™ve got can win off its own batā€”isnā€™t there?ā€™ She appealed to the Psammead. It nodded.

ā€˜Yes,ā€™ it said;

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