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2 E/S6/02 © UCLES 2017 Text for Section A, an extract from The Wolf Princess by Cathryn Constable. ‘Hold my hand, Sophie. We have to leave!’ It was her father’s voice. She couldn’t see him, but she knew, somehow, that his hair was dishevelled 1 and that he was wearing his tatty overcoat, the one with the hem that hung down like a ragged wing. He slipped his hand into hers, clasping it tight, and together they ran through the frozen silver forest. She knew where they were going. Always the same place – a place conjured from his stories, dreams and memories. At the edge of the trees, they stopped. Their breath scrolled out before them and the snow fell like a heavy lace curtain. Flakes as large as moths fluttered in front of her eyes. ‘Wait, Sophie,’ he said. ‘She’s coming. Can you see her?’ And his words called up a young woman in a long cloak, her face hidden beneath a hood. Sophie glimpsed a tendril 2 of dark-blond hair. It was covered with snowflakes that changed to diamonds as she watched. ‘Who is she?’ She couldn’t hear her father’s answer, but he gripped her hand a little tighter and he sang to her … that lovely song whose words she had forgotten. Sophie wanted to ask her father about the woman, but now the song had become a story. He wouldn’t stop telling her the story. It was winter. It was snowing. There was a girl lost in the woods. And – Sophie felt her chest tighten with fear – a wolf … She felt her father’s hand slip out of hers. ‘Don’t leave me!’ But he was no longer there. And the sadness and the fear got mixed up with the snowflakes and covered everything. ‘Sophie!’ No! This voice was from another place. She didn’t want to answer. She pressed her face into the pillow, trying to climb back into the forest. To hold herself in the strange dreamtime, where she could taste the cold, clear air like a mixture of peppermints and diamonds … feel the forest all around her … hear the snow creak beneath her feet … ‘Are you awake?’5 10 15 20 25 30

3 E/S6/02 © UCLES 2017 Sophie sighed and moved her hand across the bedspread, as if to brush snow from it. ‘I am now, Delphine.’ She tried not to sound grumpy. But the day at the New Bloomsbury College for Young Ladies had started and it would not be stopped. It was too late for dreams. She turned on to her back and stared at the ceiling. Why did boarding school seem so … beige? She looked around at the three narrow wardrobes, three flimsy bedside cabinets and three scratched desks and chairs, and wished for … something else. Something beautiful, however small. Enormous branches of cherry blossom in an agate urn 3 … panels of lace at the window … candlelight … In this cramped, mean London room, there would never be any beauty or excitement. No secrets or espionage 4. No adventures. Just school. Sophie sat up. For a moment she gazed at the photograph of her father on the windowsill. The picture had caught the dreamy, quizzical 5 expression she thought she remembered, as if he had just seen or heard something that interested him. She pulled back the curtain.35 40 45 Glossary 1 dishevelled – untidy, messy 2 tendril – a thin curl 3 agate urn – a stone vase 4 espionage – spying 5 quizzical – questioning

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