WORD PUZZLE #4                                                                             from THE TIMEDOOR
JAN/FEB 2007                                            Chapter Eight: Above the Great Meeting Hall

Read the story passage at the bottom and try to find the twelve underlined words or phrases in
the letter grid below. The answers can be up, down, left, right or diagonal. Good luck!

     S O L L A H G N I T E E M Y T
     G A R E Y O U R E A D Y B A L
     E E E S U O Y D I D T A H W K
     C D B L M Z V S G M L F C R X
     N B M O D A I F H C B S H I M
     A A O H U A U E O L W P R E O
     R D Q M B Y N N Y Q T O I H A
     A O N M L E Y C C X N T S T P
     E Y O C R A M P E D T T T E L
     P R N D Q L U V W S I E O D L
     P O U B E Y Y A C N G D P A D
     A W F M H H A I W G R B H M R
     S N M S B B T N W I A O E Z G
     I H B E R L R O Q M Y G R A V
     D R Y J A Q E O T B D I D F P

Artemas went to the door. Christopher sat paralyzed as he gently turned the knob and opened the door only wide
enough to let a beam of light peek through. The
rumble of voices in the meeting hall grew uncomfortably loud.
They sounded harsh and boisterous and apparently on the verge of exploding. Artemas closed the door.
What did you see?” Mr. Smithers asked like an eager child. “What’s happening down there?”
“I saw hundreds of angry faces–men, trolls and goblins. They were everywhere! I couldn’t hear what they were
arguing about, but I’m sure it concerns Malaban’s
disappearance.”
“Is there cover for us out there?” Christopher asked.
“The
balcony railing is nearly three feet high. It is old and dry wood with many splits in it, so we should be able to see
and hear what’s happening. Just keep down!
Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Christopher said confidently. Mr. Smithers merely nodded.
“Then let’s begin,” the magician said in a solemn voice as if they were about to meet their
doom.
Artemas opened the door wide enough to crawl through. The angry voices below grew louder and louder as the three
spies
made their way onto the balcony. Christopher followed Artemas and Mr. Smithers was last, closing the door
behind him. After pausing a moment, satisfied that none of them had been
spotted, each found a place to watch the
proceedings below,
cramped and uncomfortable the entire time.


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