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    The Mystery of Seahope
    The Mystery of Seahope
    The Mystery of Seahope
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    The Mystery of Seahope

    By james J. Deeney

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    When Daisy awakes on the morning of her thirteenth birthday, little does she think that her grandfather needs her. Having lived at the orphanage all her young life, it comes as a shock. She hadn't known she has a grandfather. There are other shocks ahead of Daisy- surprises and the horror of the thing that dwells within Seahope. And her young life will change forever, as she searches for the ancient crystal in the secret passageways that lie beneath Seahope.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherjames J. Deeney
    Release dateMay 23, 2019
    ISBN9781393074779
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      The Mystery of Seahope - james J. Deeney

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      When Daisy awoke on the morning of her thirteenth birthday, little did she think it would be the beginning of a strange and terrifying adventure that would change her life forever.

      ****

      It was a bright October morning, and almost 7am, when Sister Benedict gently shook the red-haired Daisy awake. Daisy was an orphan, and the only home she had known was St. Colman’s Convent in Ballycrome. Almost all of the children at the orphanage were much younger than Daisy. The only real friend she had was the quiet nun who now whispered, I've everything packed. Her green eyes flitted over Daisy's pale face. 

      Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Daisy sat up. She blinked at the small brown suitcase that sat by the bedroom door. Packed? she muttered, then suddenly yawned. 

      Yes, said the middle-aged nun. With a smile she added, Oh by the way, happy birthday. 

      Smiling Daisy rolled to the edge of her bed. Where are we going? she asked, glancing at the suitcase. She was thinking they would be going on one of their walks as a birthday treat. Sister Benedict often took her on long walks into the hills. 

      "We are going nowhere, replied Sister Benedict tidying away a pair of woollen socks into Daisy's bedside drawer. You are going to Connemara."

      Where did you say? Connemara? Daisy gaped at her. She had never been further from the convent than Ballycrome Town and only then it had been for a short trip with two of the sisters and several of the other orphans. 

      Sister Benedict's next words shocked Daisy so much she almost fell back into bed. Your grandfather has sent for you.

      My grand... Who? exclaimed Daisy. 

      Yes, Daisy, your grandfather, repeated the nun, standing now tom look down at her. 

      But Sister Benedict, I...I don't have a grandfather, whispered Daisy. But all of a sudden she grew very excited. Do I? She held her breath as she waited for Sister Benedict to answer.

      Sister Benedict took a few seconds before answering. Yes, Daisy you do have a grandfather, she said quietly. 

      Stunned, Daisy studied Sister Benedict to see if she was telling the truth. The kind nun had never lied to her. Daisy knew she wasn’t lying now. For several seconds she couldn't speak, but suddenly she grew angry. Why wasn't I told I had a grandfather? Why didn't he come to visit me? Tears brimmed in her bright eyes and she turned away sniffing hard to keep from crying.

      Sister Benedict touched her gently on the shoulder and turned her around. Daisy your grandfather had his own reasons for not making himself known to you, she began, then suddenly she glanced at her watch. Oh! We'd need to hurry. The taxi will be here in half an hour. Quickly now, get washed. You'll find the clothes I've hung in your wardrobe suitable. She nodded to the small open wardrobe. Turning, Daisy saw a plain navy dress, black boots and a tattered green duffel coat. Hanging beside the dress was her Grey orphanage uniform. Now do hurry, said Sister Benedict turning to go. 

      But Sister Benedict, exclaimed Daisy, just as the nun reached the door. My grandfather? Tell me! 

      Hurry Daisy, repeated Sister Benedict. Before Daisy could question her any further she left the room.

      My grandfather, thought Daisy as she washed her face. Her heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I can't believe it. I have a grandfather, a real grandfather. Oh, there has to be a mistake. But Sister Benedict wouldn't lie to me. No, she wouldn't lie to me. She smiled now. I have a grandfather, a real, live grandfather. 

      ****

      An hour later she stood with Sister Benedict on the short railway platform waiting for the train that would take her away from Ballycrome forever. There were tears in Daisy's eyes as she looked up into Sister Benedict's face. Will I ever see you again? she asked quietly.

      Sister Benedict turned to look along the railway line. It glistened in the watery sun.  

      Perhaps some day, she said quietly. She turned back to Daisy. Tears glistened on the corners of Sister Benedict’s eyes. Suddenly they were hugging each other tightly.

      Oh Sister Benedict I'll miss you so much. I don't want to go, cried Daisy. I don't want to leave you.

      At this Sister Benedict stiffened, and gently pushed the crying girl away from her. Yes you do. You have to Daisy. Your grandfather has sent for you, he needs you. 

      Suddenly a whistle sounded, and just then a steam train chugged around the corner. Sister Benedict and Daisy were hardly aware of it stopping, or the sound of the loud hissing of steam that was quickly covering the platform. Both were lost in their own thoughts. Both were missing each other already.

      Two minutes later Daisy was leaning out of her compartment window.

      Remember to say your prayers every night! called Sister Benedict, stepping back as the train began to move off. You're a good girl Daisy. God be with you...

      As the train picked up speed, and the waving Sister Benedict grew smaller and smaller, Daisy, with tears streaming down her face, still waved.

      ****

      When the train had disappeared around the corner out of sight, Sister Benedict clasped her hands together. She was crying and also trembling. With a frown on her face she muttered, God be with you Daisy. She sighed heavily, and then she hurried out of the station.

      When the train headed out into the country-side Daisy closed the compartment window and sat down. The compartment was small with a long red and blue seat on each side of the door that led into the corridor 

      Ah sure there's no need for tears, girl, said a voice.

      It was only then that Daisy realised there was an old woman sitting opposite her. The strange woman wore a black coat, black fingerless gloves and black boots. A crumpled black hat with a long peacock feather stuck in it, sat askew on her head. She had Grey eyes that lit up when she smiled and somehow her smile seemed to lighten the young girl's sadness.

      You remember this advice girl won't you. You must always watch out for the Leggars. You will now won't you? 

      What? Watch out for who? exclaimed Daisy, frowning, as she studied the old woman. 

      Just remember what I said, snapped the white haired woman. Watch out for the Leggars. They are everywhere. She smiled again. And don't be crying. You'll see her again you know.

      Daisy's frown deepened. See her? See who? 

      Sister Benedict, said the old woman turning to look out the window. She pointed at the country-side and the patchwork of green fields flashing by. Lovely isn't it? Yes, said Daisy quietly, thinking now about Sister Benedict.

      Every year, ever since Daisy could remember, Sister Benedict came to St. Colman's Convent. She stayed for exactly six months. And every Christmas after dinner she would give Daisy a present then leave. She did not return to the Convent until the last week of June. Those six months, when Sister Benedict wasn't there, were the longest months of the year for Daisy. She sighed. It was the middle of October and she felt cheated out of her time with the kind nun.

      The old woman's snoring made her turn to study her. It was then Daisy remembered the strange old woman had said she would see Sister Benedict again. I wonder how she knew Sister Benedict's name, she thought. Daisy smiled now. The woman's hat had slipped down the side of her face. The feather lay across her lips rising and falling with each puff of air from the old woman’s snore.

      The pitter, patter, pitter patter of the train racing across the countryside and the old woman's snoring, quickly lulled Daisy to sleep. As she slept, she didn't know that the woman was now awake and studying her. That's right Daisy, she whispered. You get some sleep. You’re going to need it before you get to Seahope.

      ****

      Three hours later the train whistled and began to slow down. With a jolt Daisy woke.

      As she opened her eyes the old woman rose to her feet. 

      Now listen, she whispered, leaning closer to Daisy. A little frightened Daisy shrank

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