Tags:
Fiction,
Criminals,
Psychic Ability,
Mystery and detective stories,
Circus,
London (England) - History - 19th Century,
Great Britain - History - 19th century,
social issues/emotions & feelings,
Social Issues/Friendship,
9781434279408,
97814342623700690,
9781434279422,
Capstone Young Readers,
The Magnificent Lizzie Brown,
action & adventure/general,
family/alternative family,
social issues/new experience
face. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet. âLizzie, Iâve got it! We canât change the past, but we can change the future.â
âWhat are you going on about?â
âMaybe youâve been given visions so that you can stop bad things happening!â
âHow?â Lizzie asked, flabbergasted.
âThink about it. If something bad hasnât happened yet, maybe it doesnât have to happen at all,â Malachy said.
âIf you knew when and where a robbery was going to happen,â Hari added excitedly, âyou could get there first and stop it!â
âYou could be a hero!â Erin said.
For once, Lizzie was completely lost for words.
* * *
The next morning, Lizzie was ready for work bright and early. She looked at herself in one of the carnival mirrors. Dressed in the dark, formal clothing sheâd borrowed, she looked like a mourner at her own funeral. She sighed. Time to go face Madame Auroraâs wrath.
But the moment Lizzie headed for the fortune-tellerâs tent, she started to attract attention. A clown smiled through a beard of shaving foam and waved. Women whispered behind their hands, and an old man blew out a cloud of pipe smoke and nodded knowingly.
Lizzie picked up speed, but that only made people more excited. Now people were standing up, abandoning half-eaten breakfasts, stowing away borrowed newspapers. She heard someone call out, âThere she is!â
Lizzie spotted Noraâs red hair and strode across to her.
âGood morning!â Nora said with a smile that spoke volumes.
âDid you and Erin tell everyone about me having visions?â Lizzie demanded.
âOh, we might have let it slip,â Nora said breezily. âNow would you look at that, youâve got customers already.â
Lizzie spun around. Sure enough, people were heading directly for her. A group of eight or nine circus folk quickly gathered around her, talking excitedly.
A lean, brown-skinned man stepped forward first. It was Zezete, the man she had met taking Akula the elephant for her bath. âMy nephew Hari tells me you have a gift,â he said.
âHari too?â Lizzie rounded on Nora. âSo the whole lot of you have been telling tales about me, have you?â
âMy dear girl, it is nothing to be ashamed of!â Zezete smiled at her. âSuch gifts are given for a reason, always.â
Lizzie shuffled her feet. âI donât want it.â
âWhy ever not?â Zezete asked.
Lizzie lowered her eyes. âIâll just get called a freak.â
âBut we are all freaks at Fitzyâs circus,â said Zezete with a wink. âYou will fit right in.â
Lizzie couldnât help but smile at that.
âSo, madam, would you do me the honor of reading my palm?â Zezete asked.
Lizzie took a deep breath. âAll right.â She took his warm hand in hers, and the gathered crowd looked on eagerly. She found the life line. It was deep, like a weathered canyon carved through rock. The moment she put her finger to the line, visions began to appear in her mind. She saw a blazing sun, men wearing turbans, women with brightly colored cloth wrapped around them, and cows wandering down the middle of a busy road.
âI can see a town, but itâs not in England. Thereâs crowds of people, and cows in the street,â Lizzie began.
âIndia,â Zezete said confidently.
Lizzie gasped at the colors she saw before her â red and blue banners, gleaming gold on temple roofs, bright powder paint exploding like bombs in the midst of a joyous festival.
âThereâs a celebration,â she said. âPeople chucking paint everywhere.â
âYes, yes!â Zezete said excitedly. âHoli, the festival of colors. Excellent. Very good. Go on.â
âYouâre a little boy, and some old man is touching your head,â Lizzie continued. âHe looks holy.â
âSwami