Morforwyn

© 2013 by Meryl E. Hodgson. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/18/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7034-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7035-4 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

About The Author

With my heartfelt thanks to Steve

for all his encouragement and enthusiasm for this book and

for Ayla, my true inspiration.

This is for you

Morforwyn Welsh n. the mermaid ( Mor-VOR-win)

CHAPTER 1

T his wasn’t the holiday Bindy wanted. Nearly all her friends at school had either been to amazing, exotic places or were planning to go to Disneyland, Florida to see all those amazing characters she’d watched since she was a little girl. All her favourites like Aurora, Belle and Ariel, but here she was in Wales stuck on a hill in an old holiday cottage with Mum, Dad and the dog. What sort of fun was that?

She rested her head in her hands while she sat on a sofa by the window recovering from the long, tiring journey and looked down at the other cottages nestling on the hillside each side of the sandy path which led down to the beach. They were all painted in pastel colours—pink, blue, lemon, green, and lilac. If her parents had chosen the pink one, at least she could have pretended she was living in a princess’s cottage, but white! Ugh! Boring! Who’d want to stay in a cottage that’s white when it could be any colour of the rainbow? The only nice thing about it was that it was called Pearl Cottage because she really liked pearls.

She rose from the chair and walked to the mirror above the fireplace to gaze at her reflection. She ran her fingers through her dark blond hair which had been very long a few weeks ago. It was now falling to her shoulders and she still wished she hadn’t had it cut. She fluffed it up a bit and sighed then turning away from the mirror she went back to the window. As she gazed out and brooded over her misfortunes she saw the grey clouds overhead and decided to go out into the garden before the rain came. She put on her sandals, straightened her t-shirt over her jeans and walked through the small house to the kitchen door. Trilby, their liver and white Springer spaniel, looked up and wagged his tail hopefully at Bindy.

‘Come on, then.’ Bindy said and opened the door for them both to go out and explore.

The garden wasn’t very big but it had a lovely cherry blossom tree and all the petals had fallen on the grass making it look like pink snow. Around the trunk of the tree was a seat where Bindy thought she might enjoy reading. She was an avid reader and most of all loved to read about the sea and creatures real and mythical that make their homes there. Whenever she had a wish she always wished to be a mermaid because she thought they were so beautiful with their long hair and elegant tails swishing in the water.

Trilby darted out of the door and sniffed frantically around the garden. He seemed very interested in something and started scratching at the grass. Bindy walked over to see what it was. It was just an old rusty ring attached to a flat stone buried in the longer grass at the edge of the garden. It had been there for years and years by the look of it. Bindy pulled at it to see if it would move but it was firmly stuck and nothing was going to move it.

‘You won’t shift it.’ shouted a voice. Bindy spun around in surprise and saw a girl, a bit older than herself, peering over the fence licking an iced lolly. She had two long, wavy bunches of dark reddish-brown hair and had a pretty face with freckles on her nose and cheeks. She wore a pink striped T-shirt and cropped jeans. The girl took another great lick of her lolly and continued, ‘We’ve got one just like it in our garden. Dad tried to move it but he reckons it’s something to do with the drains.’

‘Oh.’ said Bindy, a bit at a loss as to what else to say.

‘By the way, my name’s Cassie, short for Cassandra, and we’re staying in Musselshell Cottage, over there.’ She pointed to a blue cottage two doors higher up on the opposite side of the lane from Bindy’s. ‘We’ve been here two days and you’re the only other girl here, the rest are babies and older boys. What’s your name?’

Bindy walked closer to Cassie and said, ‘I’m Bindy and this is Trilby.’

Cassie opened the gate, walked into the garden and bent down to make a fuss of Trilby, who wagged his tail madly at the new visitor.

‘I like dogs, but Mum says they’re too much work, we’ve got cats. What’s Bindy short for?’

‘Belinda, but I hate being called that. Have you got your cats with you?’

‘Yes, Mum says we’re never going to put them in a cattery ever again!’

‘Why is that?’ asked Bindy.

‘Because last time they pined for us so much, they stopped eating, the silly things, so we have to bring them with us. Would you like to see them?’

‘Oh, yes, please. Bindy exclaimed, Come on, we’ll take Trilby back inside and we can ask my mum if it’s OK.’

Eagerly, she opened the door and they all trooped inside. Bindy introduced Cassie to her mum who was in the kitchen unpacking the things they’d brought. They chatted for a little while then Bindy asked if it was alright if she went over to Cassie’s to see the cats.

‘OK, but don’t be too long because I’ll be making some food for us soon. Cassie, you’re welcome to join us if you like, it’s only something simple.’

‘OK, thanks, I’ll ask my mum.’ Cassie replied happily.

The girls walked up the stony sandy lane to Musselshell Cottage picking some of the pretty wild flowers growing in the hedgerows. Bindy learnt that Cassie’s second name was Barton, she was eleven years old and her birthday was in April, she liked dancing, singing, and collecting things. When Bindy asked what kind of things she collected, Cassie just said, ‘anything that looks pretty’. She had shells, jewellery, hair slides, pebbles and other things that she kept in her own private treasure box. Bindy thought this sounded wonderful and that she’d like a treasure box too.

When they arrived at the cottage, Cassie’s parents were sitting in the garden enjoying a drink. When they heard the girls’ voices they turned towards them with a smile as they walked through the gate. Mr Barton was tall and lanky and wore glasses and Mrs Barton had short red hair with lots of curls. Cassie handed the small bunch of flowers to her Mum.

‘Oh, they’re lovely, Cassie, and I see you’ve found a friend. What’s your name, sweetheart?’

‘Belinda, but everyone calls me Bindy.’

‘You’re not Windy Bindy, are you!’ laughed Mr Barton.

‘DAD!’ shouted Cassie, ‘Why do you always have to embarrass everyone! Bindy, please excuse him; he’s the most awful father sometimes. He thinks he’s so funny but as you can tell he’s just plain impossible! Anyway, follow me and you can meet the cats.’ She glared one more time at her father and took Bindy into the house.

In the lounge were two beautiful cream Siamese cats, one with brown ears, paws and tail and the other sand coloured. They were curled up together looking very sleepy in their cat bed. Cassie and Bindy knelt down beside them.

‘They’re brother and sister.’ Cassie explained, ‘His name’s Simba,’ she said, pointing to the chocolate coloured one, ‘and she’s Sandy Claws. That’s my father being funny again, get it? Sandy Claws—Santa Claus, because we had them at Christmas time! We call her Sandy.’ Bindy grinned at the joke and then looked back at the cats.

‘They’re so beautiful.’ breathed Bindy, never having seen Siamese cats before, ‘We’ll have to keep Trilby away from them, I don’t think he likes cats. Anyway, go and ask your Mum if you can come over for supper.’ They went back into the garden and Cassie asked Mrs Barton if it was alright for her to join Bindy for something to eat. Mrs Barton said it was OK but for Cassie to be home by 7.30 so off they went back to Pearl Cottage. As they wandered back down the lane they began to chat away together as if they’d known each other for ever, and Bindy began to think that this holiday might not be so bad after all.

CHAPTER 2

T he following morning, Bindy blinked sleepily around the strange room and remembered where she was. She jumped out of bed to see what the weather was like. Overhead the white fluffy clouds moved gently against a large area of blue and the sun was shining on the garden making the tree and seat look very inviting indeed.

She went through the tiny cottage to her parents’ room. They were still sleeping so she tiptoed out to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Trilby’s wet nose felt cold against her leg as he tried to push his nose into the fridge to catch the scent of something tasty.

‘Stop that, Trilby, I’ll give you some food in a minute.’ She got out some milk, poured herself a glass and sat by the lounge window which overlooked the sea. It looked fabulous, a wonderful bright blue-green colour, and the seagulls were calling overhead. She wondered whether Cassie would come for a walk with her to the beach after breakfast and decided that she’d get dressed, get her parents up and ask them.

Later, while they were all sitting at the breakfast table finishing their toast, Bindy asked,

‘Dad, would it be alright if I asked Cassie to come for a walk on the beach this morning? I’ll take Trilby so that he can have a run around too and we’ll be ever so careful, I promise. Can we?’ She crossed the fingers of both hands under the table and looked at her parents with big pleading eyes. Her Dad smiled broadly and after glancing at her Mum said,

‘I think that would be a very good idea, Bindy. In fact, Mum and I were going to have a walk down there ourselves later, so how would it be if we joined you both with a picnic, say about twelve?’

‘Oh, great! Thanks!’ She got up, gave him a hug, and then dashed towards the door.