SUSAN HILL: I'm the King of the Castle Remember to support your ideas with details from the writing. Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: 'What are you going to do?' Kingshaw looked down at him coldly. 'Climb,' he said. They were inside the ruin. The outer walls reached up very high, and there were odd bits of stone staircase, ending abruptly, so that you could step off into air, or on to parapets, and the remains of pillars, flat-topped like stepping stones. The surface was the colour of damp sand, rough and grainy to the touch, except where bits of moss and lichen grew out of the cracks. 'I bet you won't dare go up far.' Kingshaw smiled to himself. He moved steadily from stone to stone, along the edge of one wall. He wanted to get as high as he could, up beside the tower. Hooper watched him from below. 'You'll fall off.' Kingshaw ignored him. He was sure-footed and unhurried, not afraid of any height. He looked down. Hooper was immediately below him. Kingshaw waved an arm. 'Why don't you come up as well?' His voice echoed round the castle walls. Hooper had got his penknife out and was digging his initials into a slab of stone. 'You'll catch it if anyone sees you. You're not supposed to do that. They can put you in prison for doing it.' Hooper went on scratching. The walls were narrower here. Kingshaw went down on all fours, and made sure of the surface with his hands, as he went along, moving very slowly forwards. They had put new mortar between the spaces, though, so that there were no loose stones. Now the wall went up about a foot, on to the next level. He manoeuvred the step, and then stood upright, carefully, and looked around. Outside of the castle, he could see the flat grass and the lake, and his mother and Mr Hooper, sitting on their bench at the far side. He felt high above them, very tall and strong, and safe, too, nobody could touch him. He thought, this is all right, I don't care about any of them here, they can't do anything at all to me, I don't care, I don't care. He felt light-headed, exulting in the freedom of it. If he reached his arm up, he might touch the sky. But even up here, it was warm and airless. He shouted down to Hooper, ‘I'm a bowman, I'm the head warrior of this castle. If I shoot an arrow, I can kill you.' Hooper looked up. 'I'm the King of the Castle!' Kingshaw began to wave his arms about, and to prance a little, delicately, on top of the wall. If he walked forwards a few yards farther, he would come to a gap. If he could jump it, he would be out on the parapet, leading to the tower. [from Chapter 12] What does Hill's writing make you feel at this moment in the novel?

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