As a raven he had no fear of flying but now, as a boy, it was different. He held on tight to the sides of the basket but it swayed alarmingly as they sped through the air. Every time he looked down his stomach lurched and he felt queasy. The others seemed to be enjoying the flight but Jack couldn’t wait for it to end. He was grateful the darkness had reduced the landscape to black outlines. He tried shutting his eyes but it made him feel worse.‘We’re nearly there, look!’ said Camelin as he nodded towards the three mounds.‘You’d better hold on tight,’ Jack called. ‘I don’t know how well this thing is going to land.’The basket didn’t falter or slow down. Jack could see even Camelin looking worried as they headed straight for the side of Silver Hill.‘We’re going to crash,’ Jack yelled as he saw the closed door the basket was speeding towards.‘Can’t you open it?’ cried Motley.Jack pointed his wand at the hillside. He didn’t have time to think of the right words to say.
