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I get the shivers every time we pass by here.

Lately, even more intense.

Last week, my cousin was scouring an old vein in the mine when he found himself

in front of these two evil, terrifying eyes.

Oh, come on!

I've never seen anything.

It's just imagining things, that's all.

Watch out!

This is what you call imagining things!

What's gotten into you?

We're in an old pit, rocks fall every day!

Up there!

The witch!

It's coming closer!

Let's get out of here!

Putting together my travel notes is always a monumental task.

Okay,

I got you.

Maybe some ice cream and a walk along the Seine will clear your head.

A walk?

Yes, maybe.

Good. But... Hatteras really needs a good run.

He's gained weight recently.

Morning. Good morning.

Where are you off to in such a hurry? I have some news for you.

News?

That's right.

Ladies and gentlemen, an old friend of mine has invited us to Scotland, to Ayr.

Ayr?

I'll have to get ready.

How does that saying go?

Appetite increases with travel?

Monsieur Lucas, as much as the idea of returning to the land of my ancestors

delights me, I'm afraid the state of our finances... Simon Ford runs a large

mine. It seems it's haunted by witches and elves.

He wants our help.

The circumstances deserve inquiry, don't you think?

A haunted mine?

A mine?

What do they mine?

Gold?

Diamonds? Coal, my dear friend.

Coal. Coal. I knew it. What else?

Then let's get ready. We leave at once.

You haven't changed a bit. A friend's eye is a good mirror. A man of courage,

intelligent, and inquisitive.

That's how my father describes you, Monsieur Lucas.

It's an honor to meet you. I'm just a friend who's come to help a friend. And

you? This is my son, Harry.

It's a real pleasure.

This is Amelie, my daughter.

Jules, a rising star in our editorial office.

Her nanny, Esther.

And Monsieur Delany, the newspaper's accountant.

That's all of us.

Maybe you two should go to the hotel.

No. A bit of fresh air will do me good.

Maybe I've gotten you involved in something too risky. We'll find that out

together, my friend.

It's best I show you the Black Indies as soon as possible.

The Black Indies?

But aren't we in Scotland?

The Black Indies is the name they use for the coal mines.

What a strange name for them.

It's like calling the gold mines the Yellow Americas.

Or the diamond mines. Jules, don't tell me you're thinking of writing a book

about the names of mines now.

Monsieur Delon, we... It's best we go unpack our suitcases at the hotel.

I don't know. I think the fresh air is doing me good.

There,

you were saying?

Nothing. I think the hotel's a great idea.

The armor holds up the gallery.

It prevents cave-ins and underground rivers from flooding, but doesn't do

anything about elves on joyrides, I'm afraid. Which means?

Tampered lighting, green eyes that wander about in the dark, carts thrown

on the tracks at the miners.

The elf and the witch of the fortress work together?

Yes, and the elf can attack at two different places, distant from each

other, yet at very short intervals.

But didn't you check the fortress?

Of course, but there's no trace of them.

Although... Although? That elf saved my life once.

I was surveying the old mine when a rock on the ceiling came loose and was about

to fall on top of me.

A hand suddenly pushed me out of the way and saved my life.

Through that thick cloud of dust, I could make out someone in the darkness.

He was watching me, but his eyes weren't evil.

As if the elf were torn between two sides.

The underground city.

We have some problems with the lighting. Gas lamps are dangerous for the miners.

We've reduced their use by adding mirrors that reflect and increase the

amount of light.

But we're trying to find a safer solution so we can get rid of them

altogether. Those are the galleries in the old mine.

We closed it down 15 years ago because it was no longer productive.

The mine has become the elf's kingdom.

The compressed air power system that you were developing.

Come and have a look.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

So... So boring.

We're here for the elf, remember?

Let's go take a look at the old mine. Maybe we should wait for the others.

Nice talking to you.

Is she always so determined?

No. It's easier to reason with her when she's sleeping.

Maybe we shouldn't have come.

Everything's falling apart here. Be careful.

This is a dead end. That's strange.

I remember there being an opening here.

Everything okay?

Yes, but ever since I went to Transylvania, I can't stand bats.

There should be torches on these walls.

Wow.

Oh, look! The elf!

We need to get over there.

This way!

This canal was used to slide coal down onto the mine cars.

The motor stopped working years ago.

It rusted out.

I guess the elf has oiled the gears.

I hope this place has another way out.

There you go. Another elf attack.

But where are the kids?

If I know them, they've gone inside the abandoned mine.

And if I know Harry, he's gone with them. But it's dangerous.

We need to get them now.

My figures!

I'm not going to be able to read any of them.

Oh, don't go whining like you always do.

And look at how I'm dressed.

It's a bad omen.

Dressed?

Go ahead.

I'd insult to injury.

There he is.

Down there.

I'll never get him.

Give me five minutes.

Try two.

Emily!

Jules! Hurry!

There's no way to get past here.

Not with pigs, that is.

A hotel with no restaurant?

Goodness sakes. I did some shopping and whipped something together.

Shopping? There was no planned shopping.

Hmm.

A medium-sized, crispy, piping hot pork roast.

One, two, three... Twenty-four.

You're going to make the food go cold.

They should have already been here.

Something, something must have happened.

Something always happens to them. They have no fun otherwise.

You'll see, in just a few minutes, they'll all be here as hungry as wolves.

I'm starting to get hungry. Can't you think about anything else? Like how to

get us out of here? Don't you have a ladder in that fantastic buckle of

yours? I'm working on it.

I wish a rope would just fall out of nowhere.

Hey

you!

What is this game you're playing?

Let's follow him.

It could just be another trap.

If he wanted us dead, he would have left us in the well.

What is this place?

Why don't you want us in the mine?

Hmm. She's only trying to protect us.

Isn't that right?

She?

You're a... a girl?

Who are you?

My name is Nail.

And these are my grandfather Silfax's mines.

But these are my family's mines. This is our home.

You live here?

Since when?

Since always.

We can help you.

This is all that we have and sooner or later the new mine is going to ruin

everything because you are unethical.

Then why did you help us?

Because I don't want anyone to get hurt and because...

It was you.

You're the one who saved my life.

But all those accidents, the elf, the witch... Sylphax.

It's been him all along, with gas.

The coal mines have a wealth of it. A sophisticated network of tubes to bring

it all the way up to the fortress, and a mineral that lights up when it comes

into contact with the gas, but never burns.

That way there's no combustion.

Here's your witch.

Help us get out of here. We need to stop your grandfather before someone gets

really hurt. Help us.

This is really starting to distress me.

They're smart kids.

A bit spendthrifty, but smart.

This is going to be a fast ride. Quick!

Jules, hurry up!

One of the elves' quick transportation systems.

I've taken more comfortable rides.

Over there.

This was the exit to the new mine, but it's caved in.

And there is no other way out? I don't know. This is the farthest I've ever

gone. Quiet.

I hear something.

Emily!

Dad!

Thank goodness you're all well.

You've escaped one of the elf's ambushes.

Who's she?

She's... she's Nell.

We wouldn't have made it out without her help. You see, Dad, the witch and the

elf are none other than... The elf!

Nell! I should have known.

There is no witchcraft.

That's right.

Just an old miner.

Selfax! How are you, Mr. Ford?

Dad, do you know him? Of course.

He worked for us at the old mine. He was a real expert.

No one knew the mines like he did. So?

But we always worked so well together.

What happened?

Nothing. The mine was my life.

My job.

Every single day I risked my life for you. And you, from one day to the next,

you closed up shop.

The old coal veins had run dry.

I lost everything.

Do you think they would have left a young girl without parents with an old

man with no house or a job?

I didn't want to lose the only thing worth living for.

Fifteen years ago, I took back my mind.

I was forgotten by the world and raised my granddaughter Nell with all the love

I had.

But when we started drilling again, you were afraid someone would find you and

separate you. But this won't happen.

I don't trust you.

What was that?

No one will ever get me or my

mine. He's planted explosives all over the mine.

Nell! Nell!

Don't leave me. I beg you.

He raised me. He dedicated his life to me.

The old mine is going to collapse.

They'll never get out.

Nell!

Hurry!

Leave me alone.

She won't save my life. I need to help her.

This way is no longer possible.

Let's get out of here. Quickly!

The old mine is going to cave in.

I hope that old man knows how to get out of here. Look!

I don't get it.

I must have taken the wrong junction.

I missed the tunnel.

Soon we'll be right in the middle of the explosions.

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

The sun!

Now, sweetheart.

What have I done?

I only wanted everyone to leave us alone, so we could be together.

And instead, I forced you to grow up in there.

I robbed you from a normal childhood.

And now, I've taken away your future too.

It's all my fault.

They're going to be swept up in the explosion.

There just might be a solution.

Can the ventilation pump be powered from under the buttress? Sure.

It can be powered anywhere thanks to the steam from the engine. Fantastic!

We need to get the locomotive under the buttress.

I'm beginning to understand. You get the tarp and place it under the buttress.

Okay.

Emily, do you see that pump over there? Let me guess. You want it under the

buttress? As fast as you can!

This is the spot.

The wagon has to stop right here. They're trying to help us.

Despite what I've done to them.

Will you finish this up?

I love you, Grandpa.

Darling.

You could have told us you wouldn't be back for lunch.

We were so worried about all of you.

What on earth?

You crazy old man. You put us all in danger.

I know. And I apologize.

I'm willing to pay the consequences.

Fifteen years hidden in a mine seems enough punishment to me.

Actually, no one was hurt. And the new mine is safe.

Artemis is right.

Besides, Silphax has made a discovery that merits compensation.

Thanks to this powder, you can light the mines without risk of explosion.

Well, seeing that the witches and the elves have disappeared, and nobody knows

these mines like Silphax does, maybe we could use a hand here. Wise decision, my

friend. Thanks, Dad.

Thank you. I didn't get one bit of what went on here, but I'm glad to.

Hmm?

Monsieur Delany, your clothes.

I've brought your lunch. Huh?

When

you

have time, I would like for you to read my manuscript.

Sure. Okay.

Put it down there.

Hey, you'll see. Sooner or later, my father will publish those books of

yours.

Come on, Jules.

Some ice cream and a walk along the Seine? I don't know.

No jokes this time.

Okay, then.

Hatteras, let's go.

Thank you.