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  Praise for

  ‘WOW! That’s all I can say – WOW.’

  Theresa Chance, 14

  ‘I hope Garth Nix types quickly, because I want to read the next six Keys to the Kingdom books immediately!’ Adam Richard, 33

  ‘Mister Monday is a complete and utter masterpiece; one of the best books I’ve ever read. I fully recommend it for readers of all ages and I can’t wait for the next one.’ David, 14

  ‘Magic splashes across virtually every page … with a likeable unlikely hero, fast-paced plotting and a plethora of mystical oddities, this series is bound to garner many fans.’ Publishers’ Weekly

  ‘ … an epic journey of the imagination.’ Australian Bookseller & Publisher

  ‘ … a ripping yarn that can be read by adults and children alike.’ Tim Cadman, The Sydney Morning Herald

  Grim Tuesday ‘is just as action-packed and fast paced as its predecessor … Exciting, engrossing, humorous and deliciously creepy.’ Magpies

  ‘Captivating from the start . . . … this novel has the lively inventiveness, breathtaking suspense, and intriguing use of the ordinary that are characteristic of Nix’s previous work.’ Viewpoint

  The Keys to the Kingdom series

  Mister Monday

  Grim Tuesday

  Drowned Wednesday

  Sir Thursday

  Lady Friday

  To come

  Superior Saturday

  Lord Sunday

  Other books by Garth Nix

  Shade’s Children

  The Ragwitch

  The Old Kingdom trilogy

  Sabriel

  Lirael

  Abhorsen

  Lady

  Friday

  GARTH NIX

  To Anna, Thomas, Edward, and all my family and friends; and with particular thanks to all the staff at Scholastic in the USA, Allen & Unwin in Australia, and HarperCollins UK

  First published in Australia in 2007

  Copyright © Garth Nix 2007

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. The Australian Copyright Act 1968 (the Act) allows a maximum of one chapter or ten per cent of this book, whichever is the greater, to be photocopied by any educational institution for its educational purposes provided that the educational institution (or body that administers it) has given a remuneration notice to Copyright Agency Limited (CAL) under the Act.

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  Cataloguing-in-Publication entry:

  Nix, Garth, 1963- .

  Lady Friday.

  ISBN 978 174114 589 2

  I. Title. (Series : Nix, Garth, 1963- Keys to the kingdom ; bk. 5).

  A823.3

  Cover design by Sandra Nobes

  Cover illustration by Heath McCurdy

  Typesetting by Prowling Tiger Press

  Original text design and clock motif by Pauline Haas

  Printed in Australia by McPherson Printing Group

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  Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Twenty-four

  Twenty-five

  Twenty-six

  About the Author

  Prologue

  LEAF WOKE WITH a start and sat up in bed. For a moment she was disoriented, because she wasn’t in her own bed. No band poster stared back at her from the wall at the foot of the bed, because there was no wall. The bedside table was missing too, and on the other side there were no winking red eyes from her four-foot-high troll clock, the one she’d made with her brother, Ed, several years before for a school science project.

  She wasn’t in her normal sleeping clothes either: a band T-shirt and tracksuit pants. Instead she was wearing an ankle-length pale blue nightshirt of soft flannel, something she would never have chosen to put on herself.

  The room she was in was much bigger than her bedroom, and there were eight other beds. The closer ones definitely had people asleep in them, because Leaf could see bodies under the covers and the tops of their heads. The other beds were probably occupied as well.

  It looked like a hospital …

  Leaf suddenly became a lot more awake. She tried to jump out of the bed, but her legs wouldn’t hold her up, and it turned into more of a slither onto the floor. Clawing at the bedclothes, she got herself upright and leaned against the mattress while she tried to work out what was going on.

  Slowly it all started to come back. Very slowly, as if her recent memory was broken and her brain was having trouble putting all the pieces back together.

  Leaf remembered visiting her friend Arthur in the East Area Hospital. He’d told her about the House that was the epicentre of the Universe, and how he had been chosen to become the Rightful Heir to the Architect – not because he was born to be or anything like that, but because he’d been the right person at the right time. (Or the wrong person at the wrong time, depending on how you looked at it.) The Architect was apparently the creator of everything. She’d made not only the House but also the whole Universe beyond it, including the earth.

  Arthur had told Leaf about all this, and about Mister Monday and Grim Tuesday, two of the Trustees who had betrayed the missing Architect and refused to execute her Will. But before he’d finished, a huge wave had come from nowhere, washing them both into an ocean that wasn’t even on Earth. Arthur had been carried away even farther out on the strange sea, but Leaf had been picked up by a ship, the Flying Mantis …

  ‘The Mantis,’ whispered Leaf. Even a whisper sounded loud in the quiet room. There was no noise at all from the sleeping people in the other beds. Not even a snore. Suddenly Leaf wondered if they were actually dead rather than sleeping, and she stared at the closest bed to check. She could only see the top of the person’s head, just a tuft of hair – not enough to figure out whether it was a man or a woman. But after a few seconds Leaf was relieved to see the blanket rise and fall slightly. Man or woman, the person was breathing very slowly.

  ‘I sailed on the Mantis,’ Leaf whispered to herself. It was all coming back. She had sailed the Border Sea in the House for six weeks. She’d become one of the crew … then the pirates had attacked. Her friend Albert had been killed …

  Leaf shut her eyes. She didn’t want to have that memory come into her head. But at least she had helped Arthur defeat the pirates, and had kicked their leader Feverfew’s head into a pool of Nothing-infused mud. Then they’d gone back to Port Wednesday and caught an elevator to …

  ‘The Front Door,’ said Leaf. ‘Doorstop Hill. The Lieutenant Keeper …

  ’ She and Arthur had tried to get back home through the Front Door in the Lower House, but there’d been a problem. The Lieutenant Keeper wouldn’t let Arthur through the Door …and then … there was the meeting with Dame Primus where they’d found out that the Skinless Boy ha
d taken over Arthur’s identity back on Earth, preventing him from going home. But there hadn’t been anything to stop Leaf from going home. She’d wanted to go home, after what had happened, but it wasn’t as easy as that.

  ‘I volunteered to banish the Skinless Boy,’ Leaf muttered, in amazement at herself. ‘I must have been crazy.’

  But she had succeeded in finding the source of the Skinless Boy’s power, and she had managed to deliver it to Suzy Turquoise Blue, against all odds. But along the way she had been infected with the mind-control mould that would let the Skinless Boy control her every thought and action …

  Memories joined up and stitched themselves together. Leaf frowned in concentration as she tried to work out what must have happened. Suzy had obviously delivered the sorcerous pocket the Skinless Boy had been made with to Arthur, and he must have used the pocket to destroy the dangerous Nithling. If either one had failed, Leaf wouldn’t be conscious now. She’d be a brain-dead slave of the Skinless Boy.

  But Leaf didn’t feel particularly victorious, because she’d finally remembered that this wasn’t the first time she’d regained consciousness after being affected by the mind-control fungus.

  ‘There was a tent hospital … a temporary one,’ Leaf said. Talking to herself helped bring back the details. ‘I was vomiting up the sludge left from the mould …’

  Leaf groaned and pushed her knuckles into her temples as she remembered something else. The nurse had told her she’d been in a coma for a week. From Thursday afternoon to Friday morning.

  But how long ago was that? she wondered. I must have gone back into a coma, or …

  Leaf stopped knuckling her temples and let her forehead smack into the mattress. She leaned back and did it again. It was a bad habit, but she couldn’t help herself. She always beat her head – with something soft – when things went wrong.

  The last thing she remembered was the nurse pointing out an approaching female doctor. And then she’d said the terrible words: ‘Doctor Friday, imagine that! We call her Lady Friday on the wards …’

  Leaf vaguely recalled feeling an awful sensation of fear swarm up inside her as an incredibly beautiful woman had approached with a whole host of people behind her … but everything after that was blank.

  Doctor Friday – who clearly had come from the House and really was the Trustee called Lady Friday – must have done something to her.

  Maybe I’ve lost even more time, Leaf thought. Anything could have happened. To Arthur. To my parents. To Ed. Anything.

  A noise from the end of the room startled Leaf. She froze for a moment, dropped down behind the bed, then crawled to the end to take a proper look around. Someone was pushing open the double-swing doors at one end of the room. First something slid through the gap. It took Leaf a moment to recognise it as a bucket being pushed along with a mop. The person who was doing the pushing eased through the doors and kicked them shut behind her with a practised heel.

  She looked very normal and human: a middle-aged woman with downcast eyes and sensibly tied-back hair, wearing a green smock, green overalls, and white rubber boots. Leaf was relieved by that. If the woman was six foot four and strikingly good-looking, then she would probably be a Denizen and that would mean Leaf was back in the House.

  After coming through the door, the cleaner stopped for a moment to dip the mop in the bucket and then started mopping a path about six feet wide down the middle of the room. She didn’t look particularly observant, but there was no way she could avoid seeing the empty bed.

  Leaf looked around for something she might be able to use as a weapon, and tried to gauge whether her legs would support her if she attempted to stand up again. She felt incredibly weak, a result of being in bed for so long, but fear lent her strength. There was something about all the sleeping bodies in the beds in the rest of the ward that really freaked her out. The room just didn’t feel like a normal hospital, and Leaf knew it had something to do with Lady Friday.

  Her quick scan confirmed that it wasn’t a normal hospital. There was none of the usual equipment on the walls or near the beds – the oxygen outlets, the call buttons, and all that kind of stuff. In fact, all there was in the whole room were the simple beds and the people sleeping their strange sleep.

  She looked back at the cleaner, who unfortunately chose that exact moment to look up. They both stared for a moment, gazes locked, then the cleaner gave a suppressed shriek and dropped her mop.

  Leaf staggered upright and tried to make a dash to grab the mop. Even though she could barely stay upright and didn’t feel like much of a threat, the cleaner shrieked again and backed away. Leaf almost fell over the bucket but did manage to get the mop, stand up, and brandish it like a staff.

  ‘Don’t … don’t do anything!’ said the woman in a forced whisper. She was clearly afraid – but not of Leaf. She was looking back at the door. ‘You have to get back into bed. She’s on her way!’

  Leaf lowered the mop. ‘Who’s on her way? What is this place?’

  ‘Her!’ said the cleaner. ‘Quick! Get back in bed. You have to pretend to be like the others. Just copy what they do.’

  ‘Why?’

  The cleaner shuddered.

  ‘You have to. If you don’t … she’ll do something to your head. I only saw it once. Someone like you, awake when he shouldn’t have been! She used that mirror of hers, and I saw … I saw …’

  ‘What!?’

  ‘I saw the life drained out of him,’ whispered the woman. She was pale as cotton wool now, and shaking. ‘She shone that little mirror, and I saw … something … come out of his head. Then she tilted the mirror to her mouth and she—’

  The woman stopped talking and swallowed convulsively, unable to continue.

  ‘There must be a way out,’ said Leaf fiercely. She pointed at the other door, the one opposite where the cleaner had come in. ‘Where does that go?’

  ‘To the pool,’ whispered the woman. ‘Her pool. You have to get back into bed. Please, please, I don’t want to see it happen again!’

  Leaf hesitated, then thrust the mop back at the cleaner, who gripped it like she might grab a lifeline. Then Leaf started to walk down toward the far door.

  ‘No!’ shrieked the cleaner. ‘She’ll see the empty bed! It’s Friday, nothing is the same here on Friday!’

  Leaf tried to keep walking, but her legs gave way. She fell down on her hands and knees. Before she could get back up, the cleaner was lifting her up under the armpits and carrying her back to bed. Leaf struggled, but she was just too weak.

  ‘Copy the sleepers,’ gasped the cleaner. ‘It’s your only chance. Follow them.’

  ‘Where?’ snapped Leaf. She was furious that her body wouldn’t obey her properly.

  ‘They go into the pool,’ said the cleaner. ‘Only it’s not the pool … I’m not supposed to have seen. I’m only supposed to clean the floor ahead of her. But I watched once, through the louvres in the change room …’

  ‘Do they come back?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ whispered the woman. ‘Not here. It was only twenty a month, that’s all, from when I first started here. That was thirty years ago. But the whole place was filled up this week. She must be taking thousands of people this time.’

  ‘What people? Who? From the hospitals?’

  ‘Hush!’ exclaimed the woman. She dragged the covers up over Leaf and rushed back to her mop, pushing the bucket almost to the next door. As she frantically dabbed at the floor, the cleaner called back over her shoulder, ‘She’s coming!’

  Leaf reluctantly lay flat but she turned her head so she could see the door through her half-closed eyes. After a minute, she heard heavy footsteps, and the door was flung open. Two very tall, very handsome men in charcoal-grey business suits and trench coats stormed through. Leaf recognised their type immediately. Superior Denizens, their coats humped at the shoulders, evidence of the wings beneath.

  Behind the two Denizens came the beautiful woman Leaf had seen in the tent hospital. Lady
Friday was very tall, made taller by her stiletto-heeled boots that were set with rubies. She wore a gold robe that shimmered as she walked, sending bright reflections dancing everywhere, and a hat studded with small pieces of coloured glass, or maybe even small diamonds, which caught the golden light and intensified it so brightly that it was very difficult to look too long upon Friday’s face.

  The Trustee held something small in her right hand that was brighter still, so bright it was impossible to look at. Leaf had to completely shut her eyes, but even so, the light burst through her lids and sent a stab of pain across the bridge of her nose.

  With her eyes screwed shut, Leaf couldn’t see what happened next. But she heard it. The soft footfall of many bare feet, strange after the click-clack of the Denizen’s shoes and Friday’s boot heels, but just as loud.

  Leaf waited till she was sure Friday had passed, then she looked again.

  The whole room was full of sleepwalkers following Friday. A great line of people in blue nightgowns shambled along with their eyes shut, many in the classic pose with their arms outstretched ahead, others looking so relaxed they could barely stay upright and keep moving.

  They were all fairly old. Most of the men were bald or had silver or grey hair, and looked to Leaf like they must be on the wrong side of seventy. It was harder to tell with the women, but they were probably on the far side of that age as well. None of them were exactly ancient, and they were all walking, but none of them could be described as even middle-aged.

  Leaf watched them pass while she tried to work out what to do. Hundreds of people went by and Leaf started to think she could just let them all go, hide under the bed, and then sneak out. But then she saw two more Denizens, chivying the sleepers like sheepdogs. Several minutes and a few hundred people later, another two Denizens came by. Given that, there were bound to be even more Denizens guarding the end of the line.

  Then Leaf saw something that made up her mind in an instant.

  Her Aunt Mango was in the line. Sound asleep and walking with a slight, sleepy smile.

  Leaf jerked up, then caught herself doing it and somehow managed to lie back down just before the next two Denizens came into the room.