Igraine the Brave

About
Igraine wanted to be a knight even though her parents and brothers are all sorcerers. She wanted to go on an adventure so she practices sword fighting and her parents gave her a magical armor. Osmund and Greedy wanted the Singing Books of Magic that was Igraine's family for years. Igraine has got an adventure bigger than she humbled for.

Author's Note
I wrote Igraine after Dragon Rider had been published. Actually the story was intended to become a quite short story ... but suddenly I was stuck in a world of giants, dragons and grimoires, that can’t keep their hands off jam – though it makes their pages stick together.I so much enjoyed telling of Igraine, who would rather become a knight than a magician like the rest of her family, of how her parents accidentally turned into pigs and the Sorrowful Knight of the Mount of Tears helps Igraine and her brother Albert to defend their parents’ castle from Osmond the Greedy.

Extract
Igraine woke up because something was crawling over her face. Something with a lot of legs. She opened her eyes and there it was, sitting right on the end of her nose, a fat black spider. Igraine was scared stiff of spiders.‘Sisyphus!’ she whispered in a trembling voice. ‘Wake up, Sisyphus. Shoo that spider away!’The cat raised his furry grey face from Igraine’s stomach, blinked, stretched – and snapped up the spider from the end of her nose. One gulp, and it was gone.‘Did I say anything about eating it?’ Igraine wiped cat-spit off her cheek and pushed Sisyphus off her bed. ‘A spider on my nose,’ she muttered, throwing the covers back. ‘The day before my birthday too. That’s not a good omen.’Barefoot, she went over to the window and looked out. The sun was already high in the sky above Pimpernel Castle. The tower cast its shadow over the courtyard, the doves were preening on the battlements, and a horse snorted down in the stables.Pimpernel Castle had belonged to Igraine’s family for over three hundred years. Her mother’s great-great-great-great-great-grandfather had built it. (There may have been a few more ‘greats’ in that; Igraine wasn’t sure.) The castle was not large; it had only a single tower, which leaned over sideways, and the walls weren’t much more than a metre thick, but Igraine thought it was the most beautiful castle in the world.Wild flowers bloomed between the paving stones in the courtyard of Pimpernel Castle. Swallows nested under the roof of the tower in spring, and water-snakes lived under the blue water-lilies in the castle moat. The snakes would eat out of Igraine’s hand. Two stone lions, sitting on a ledge high above the gateway, guarded the castle. When Igraine scraped the moss off their manes they purred like cats, but if a stranger came near they bared their stony teeth and roared. Their roars were so terrifying that even the wolves in the nearby forest hid.The lions were not the only guardians of Pimpernel. Stone gargoyles looked down from the walls and made terrible faces at any stranger. If you tickled their noses with a dove’s feather they laughed so loud that dove droppings crumbled off the castle battlements, but their wide mouths could swallow cannonballs, and they crunched up burning arrows as if there were nothing tastier in the world.