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your registration fee first.’
    Jack held his breath; he thought Tank was about to explode but Max pushed him out of the way and threw his money onto the table.
    â€˜If we don’t get a move on we won’t get registered, you made us late already.’
    Elan offered Max a form and a pen. He ripped the form out of her hand and went over to one of the tables to fill it in. Tank didn’t move. He stared at both of them in turn then moved his head closer to Jack’s.
    â€˜Shame you and your girlfriend aren’t entering, we’d show you what a real buggy can do.’
    â€˜Oh but we are entering,’ replied Elan.
    Jack stared at her, wide-eyed. Entering against Max and his gang in a buggy race wasn’t something Jack had been planning to do. They didn’t even have a team or a name for a buggy.
    â€˜Wouldn’t bother if I were you, Freckles, we know who’s gonna win, don’t we Max!’
    Tank nodded as he chuckled to himself. Jack did his best to stare back but he knew Tank could see the fear in his eyes. Max brought the form back but instead of handing it to Elan he held it up and let go of it. They all watched it float down to the table. When it landed Jack could see the name of Max’s buggy, it wasn’t something anyone could miss. Written in big capital letters was the word TERMINATOR. Max smoothed his long blond hair back from his face before fixing his eyes on Jack.
    â€˜So… what’s your buggy called Pixie Boy?’
    â€˜The Comet,’ said Grandad as he came through the door.
    Max and Tank turned quickly and without another word left the pavilion. Jack realised he’d been holding his breath. Grandad added Max’s fee to his cash box and got out his wallet.
    â€˜Just time to register our buggy before it’s time to shut up shop.’
    â€˜But Grandad, we haven’t got a team.’
    â€˜I’ll help,’ said Elan.
    â€˜Good lass, and so will I,’ replied Grandad. ‘But I’m afraid we’re stuck with the name Comet now.’
    â€˜But we still need another team member,’ said Jack.
    Grandad patted him on the shoulder.
    â€˜Don’t worry about that, I’m sure one of your friends will want to help when they know you’re going to be in the race.’
    Jack wasn’t so sure. His best friends weren’t going to be able to help even if they wanted to and they would have to build the buggy without any magic or it wouldn’t be fair. At least Grandad would know what he was doing. Elan gave him a smile.
    â€˜It’ll be fun.’
    Grandad nodded in agreement before closing the door.
    â€˜Let’s sort these forms out before Don arrives. He’s going to give me a lift down to the bank; we don’t keep any money here, not since those break-ins a few weeks back. You can come along if you want.’
    â€˜If you don’t mind, Jack was going to come back to Ewell House; he wanted to look something up in Nora’s library.’
    â€˜That’s fine, and if those boys bother you again, just you let me know.’
    Jack tried to give Grandad his best smile but inside he didn’t feel too good. As he and Elan left the Cricket Club he realised he hadn’t said anything to Elan about the library.
    â€˜How did you know I wanted to use Nora’s books?’
    â€˜Good guess… when you mentioned Velindur I thought you’d have a question you couldn’t find the answer to in your Book of Shadows… correct?’
    â€˜Correct.’
    As they walked the short distance from the Cricket Club to the front door of Ewell House, Jack told Elan about his dream and the strange message he’d received. Elan looked puzzled.
    â€˜Hmm! The Druid’s library… you won’t find what you’re looking for in Nora’s books or the palace library in Annwn. Your message is referring to a very ancient place.’
    â€˜You mean there’s another