"But will he be all right?" asked Jenna.
"Yes, he"ll be fine." Aunt Zelda allowed herself a small, strained smile as she stirred the willow bark around a large copper pan.
"But the bullet. I mean who would do this?" Jenna found her eyes drawn to the ball of black lead, an unwelcome and threatening intruder that posed too many nasty questions.
"I don"t know," said Aunt Zelda in a low voice. "I"ve asked Boggart, but he"s in no state to speak. I think we should keep watch tonight."
So, while Aunt Zelda tended the Boggart, Jenna, Nicko and Boy 412 took themselves and the Preserve Pots Preserve Pots outside. outside.
Once they were in the chill night air, Boy 412"s Young Army training took over. He scouted around for somewhere that would give a good view of all the approaches to the island but at the same time give them somewhere to hide. He soon found what he was looking for. The chicken boat.
It was a good choice. At night the chickens were safely shut away in the hold of the boat, leaving the deck free. Boy 412 clambered up and crouched down behind the dilapidated wheelhouse, then he beckoned Jenna and Nicko to join him. They climbed into the chicken run and pa.s.sed the Preserve Pots Preserve Pots up to Boy 412. Then they joined him in the wheelhouse. up to Boy 412. Then they joined him in the wheelhouse.
It was a cloudy night, and the moon was mostly hidden, but every now and then it appeared and shone a clear white light over the marshes, giving a good view for miles around. Boy 412 cast an expert eye over the landscape, checking for movement and telltale signs of disturbance just as he had been taught to by the ghastly Deputy Hunter, Catchpole. Boy 412 still remembered Catchpole with a shudder. He was an extremely tall man, which was one of the reasons he had never made it to be Hunter-he was just too visible. There were also many other reasons, such as his unpredictable temper; his habit of clicking his fingers when he got tense, which often gave him away just as he had reached his prey; and his dislike of too many baths, which had also saved those he hunted who had a keen sense of smell-provided the wind was blowing in the right direction. But the main reason Catchpole had never made it to Hunter was due to the simple fact that no one liked him.
Boy 412 didn"t like him either, but he had learned a lot from him, once he had got used to the temper tantrums, the smell and the clicking. And one of the things that Boy 412 remembered was watch and wait watch and wait. That"s what Catchpole used to say over and over again, until it stuck in Boy 412"s head like an irritating tune. Watch and wait, watch and wait, watch and wait, boy. watch and wait, boy.
The theory was that if the watcher waited waited long enough, the prey would surely reveal itself. It may be only the slight movement of a small branch, the momentary rustling of leaves underfoot or the sudden disturbance of a small animal or bird, but the sign would surely come. All the watcher had to do was long enough, the prey would surely reveal itself. It may be only the slight movement of a small branch, the momentary rustling of leaves underfoot or the sudden disturbance of a small animal or bird, but the sign would surely come. All the watcher had to do was wait wait for it. And then, of course, recognize it when it came. That was the hardest part, and the bit that Boy 412 was not always very good at. But this time, he thought, this time without the pungent breath of the revolting Catchpole breathing down his neck, he could do it. He was sure he could. for it. And then, of course, recognize it when it came. That was the hardest part, and the bit that Boy 412 was not always very good at. But this time, he thought, this time without the pungent breath of the revolting Catchpole breathing down his neck, he could do it. He was sure he could.
It was cold up in the wheelhouse, but there was a pile of old sacks stacked up there, so they wrapped themselves in them and settled down to wait. And watch. And wait. wait.
Although the marshes were still and calm, the clouds in the sky were racing past the moon, one moment obscuring it and plunging the landscape into gloom, the next rolling away and allowing the moonlight to flood over the marshland. It was in one of these moments, when the moonlight suddenly lit up the crisscross network of drainage ditches that covered the Marram Marshes, that Boy 412 saw something. Or he thought he did. Excited, he grabbed hold of Nicko and pointed in the direction where he thought he had seen something, but just at that moment the clouds covered the moon again. So, crouched in the wheelhouse, they waited. And watched and waited some more.
It seemed to take forever for the long, thin cloud to wander across the moon, and as they waited, Jenna knew that the last thing she wanted to see was someone, or something, making its way through the marsh. She wished that whoever it was who had shot the Boggart had suddenly remembered that they had left the kettle boiling on the fire and had decided to go home and take it off before their house burned down. But she knew they hadn"t because suddenly the moon had come out from behind the cloud, and Boy 412 was pointing at something again.
At first Jenna couldn"t see anything at all. The flat marshland stretched below her as she peered through the old wheelhouse like a fisherman searching the sea for the sign of a shoal of fish. And then she saw it. Slowly and steadily, a long black shape was making its way along one of the distant drainage ditches.
"It"s a canoe..." whispered Nicko.
Jenna"s spirits rose. "Is it Dad?"
"No," whispered Nicko, "there"re two two people. Maybe three. I can"t be sure." people. Maybe three. I can"t be sure."
"I"ll go and tell Aunt Zelda," said Jenna. She got up to go, but Boy 412 put his hand on her arm to stop her.
"What?" whispered Jenna.
Boy 412 shook his head and put his finger to his lips.
"I think he thinks you might make a noise and give us away," whispered Nicko. "Sound travels a long way over the marsh at night."
"Well, I wish he"d say say so," said Jenna edgily. so," said Jenna edgily.
So Jenna stayed in the wheelhouse and watched the canoe make steady progress, unerringly picking its way through the maze of ditches, pa.s.sing by all the other islands and heading straight for theirs. As it came closer Jenna noticed that something about the figures looked horribly familiar. The larger figure in the front of the canoe had the concentrated look of a tiger stalking its prey. For a moment Jenna felt sorry for the prey until, with a jolt, she realized who that was.
It was her. her.
It was the Hunter, and he had come for her her.
34.
AMBUSH.
As the canoe drew closer the watchers in the chicken boat could see the Hunter and his companions clearly. The Hunter sat in the front of the canoe paddling at a brisk pace and behind him was the Apprentice. And behind the Apprentice was a... the watchers in the chicken boat could see the Hunter and his companions clearly. The Hunter sat in the front of the canoe paddling at a brisk pace and behind him was the Apprentice. And behind the Apprentice was a...Thing. The Thing Thing squatted on the top of the canoe, casting its eye around the marsh and occasionally making a grab for a pa.s.sing insect or bat. The Apprentice cowered in front of the squatted on the top of the canoe, casting its eye around the marsh and occasionally making a grab for a pa.s.sing insect or bat. The Apprentice cowered in front of the Thing Thing, but the Hunter appeared to take no notice. He had more important things to think about.
Jenna shuddered when she saw the Thing Thing. It scared her almost more than the Hunter did. At least the Hunter was a human, albeit a deadly one. But what exactly was the creature squatting on the back of the canoe? To calm herself she lifted the Shield Bug off her shoulder, where it had been sitting quietly, and holding it carefully in the palm of her hand, she pointed out the approaching canoe and its grim trio.
"Enemies," she whispered. The Shield Bug understood. It followed Jenna"s slightly trembling finger and locked its sharp green eyes, which had perfect night vision, on to the figures in the canoe.
The Shield Bug was happy.
It had an enemy.
It had a sword.
Soon the sword would meet the enemy.
Life was simple when you were a Shield Bug.
The boys let out the rest of the Shield Bugs. One by one, they undid each Preserve Pot Preserve Pot lid. As they took each lid off, a Shield Bug leaped out in a shower of green gloop, sword at the ready. With each bug Nicko or Boy 412 pointed out the rapidly approaching canoe. Soon fifty-six Shield Bugs were lined up, crouching like coiled springs on the gunnels of the chicken boat. The fifty-seventh stayed on Jenna"s shoulder, fiercely loyal to its Releaser. lid. As they took each lid off, a Shield Bug leaped out in a shower of green gloop, sword at the ready. With each bug Nicko or Boy 412 pointed out the rapidly approaching canoe. Soon fifty-six Shield Bugs were lined up, crouching like coiled springs on the gunnels of the chicken boat. The fifty-seventh stayed on Jenna"s shoulder, fiercely loyal to its Releaser.
And now all those on the chicken boat had to do was wait. And watch. And that is what, hearts thumping in their ears, they did. They watched the Hunter and the Apprentice change from shadowy shapes into the dreaded figures they had seen months earlier at the mouth of the Deppen Ditch, and they looked just as nasty and dangerous as they had then.
But the Thing Thing remained a shadowy shape. remained a shadowy shape.
The canoe had reached a narrow ditch that would take it past the turning into the Mott. All three watchers held their breath as they waited for it to reach the turning. Maybe, thought Jenna, clutching at straws, maybe the Enchantment Enchantment is working better than Aunt Zelda thinks and the Hunter can"t see the cottage. is working better than Aunt Zelda thinks and the Hunter can"t see the cottage.
The canoe turned into the Mott. The Hunter could see the cottage only too well.
In his mind the Hunter rehea.r.s.ed the three steps of the Plan: STEP O ONE: Secure the Queenling. Take prisoner and install in canoe under guard of accompanying Magog. Shoot only if necessary. Otherwise return to DomDaniel, who wished to "do the job himself" this time.STEP T TWO: Shoot vermin, i.e., the witch woman and the Wizard boy. And the dog.STEP T THREE: A little bit of private enterprise.Take the Young Army deserter prisoner.Return to Young Army. Collect bounty.
Satisfied with his plan, the Hunter paddled noiselessly along the Mott, heading for the landing stage.
Boy 412 saw him drawing near and motioned Jenna and Nicko to stay still. He knew any movement would give them away. In Boy 412"s mind they had now progressed from Watch and Wait Watch and Wait to to Ambush Ambush. And in Ambush Ambush, Boy 412 remembered Catchpole telling him as he breathed down his neck, Stillness Is All Stillness Is All.
Until the Instant of Action. Instant of Action.
The fifty-six Shield Bugs, lined up along the gunnels, understood exactly what Boy 412 was doing. A large part of the Charm Charm with which they had been created had actually been taken from the Young Army training manual. Boy 412 and the Shield Bugs were acting as one. with which they had been created had actually been taken from the Young Army training manual. Boy 412 and the Shield Bugs were acting as one.
The Hunter, Apprentice and the Magog had no idea that very soon they would be part of an Instant of Action Instant of Action. The Hunter had tied up at the landing stage and was busy trying to get the Apprentice out of the canoe without making any noise and without the boy falling into the water. Normally the Hunter would not have cared in the slightest if the Apprentice had fallen in. In fact, he might have given him a sly push if it hadn"t been for the fact that the Apprentice would have made a loud splash and no doubt done a lot of squawking in the bargain. So, promising himself that he"d push the irritating little so-and-so into the next available cold water when he got the chance, the Hunter had silently eased himself out of the canoe and then pulled the Apprentice up onto the landing stage.
The Magog slunk down into the canoe, pulled its black hood over its blind-worm eye, which was troubled by the bright moonlight, and stayed put. What happened on the island was none of its business. It was there to take custody of the Princess and to act as a guard against the marsh creatures during the long journey. It had done its job remarkably well, apart from one irritating incident that had been as much the fault of the Apprentice as anything. But no Marsh Wraith or Brownie had dared approach the canoe with the Magog perched on it, and the slime the Magog extruded had covered the hull of the canoe and caused all the Water Nixies" suckers to slip off, burning them unpleasantly in the process.
The Hunter was pleased with the Hunt so far. He smiled his usual smile, which never reached his eyes. At last they were here at the White Witch"s hideaway, after a grueling paddle across the marsh and that wasteful encounter with some stupid marsh animal who kept getting in the way. The Hunter"s smile faded at the memory of their meeting with the Boggart. He did not approve of wasting bullets. You never knew when you might need the extra one. He cradled his pistol in his hand and very slowly and deliberately loaded a silver bullet.
Jenna saw the silver pistol glint in the moonlight. She saw the fifty-six Shield Bugs lined up ready for action and decided to keep her own bug beside her. Just in case. So she put her hand over the bug to quiet it. The bug obediently sheathed its sword and rolled into a ball. Jenna slipped the bug into her pocket. If the Hunter carried a pistol, then she would carry a bug.
With the Apprentice following in the Hunter"s footsteps as he"d been instructed, the pair crept silently up the little path that led from the landing stage to the cottage, pa.s.sing the chicken boat on its way. As they reached the chicken boat the Hunter stopped. He had heard something. Human heartbeats. Three sets of very fast human heartbeats. He raised his pistol...
Aaaeeeiiiigh!!
The scream of fifty-six Shield Bugs is a terrible scream. It dislocates the three tiny bones inside the ear and creates an incredible feeling of panic. Those who know about Shield Bugs will do the only thing they can: stuff their fingers in their ears and hope to control the panic. This is what the Hunter did; he stood completely still, put his fingers deep into his ears, and if he felt a flicker of panic, it did not trouble him for more than a moment.
The Apprentice of course knew nothing about Shield Bugs. So he did what anyone would do when confronted with a swarm of small green things flying toward you, waving scalpel-sharp swords and screeching so high that your ears felt like they would burst. He ran. Faster than he had ever run before, the Apprentice hurtled down to the Mott, hoping to get into the canoe and paddle to safety.
The Hunter knew that, given a choice, a Shield Bug will always chase a moving enemy and ignore a still one, which is exactly what happened. To the Hunter"s great satisfaction, all fifty-six Shield Bugs decided that the enemy was the Apprentice and pursued him shrilly down to the Mott, where the terrified boy hurled himself into the freezing water to escape the clattering green swarm.
The intrepid Shield Bugs hurled themselves into the Mott after the Apprentice, doing what they had to do, following the enemy to the end, but unfortunately for them, the end they met was their own. As each bug hit the water it sank like a stone, its heavy green armor dragging it down to the sticky mud at the bottom of the Mott. The Apprentice, shocked and gasping with the cold, hauled himself out onto the bank and lay shivering under a bush, too afraid to move.
The Magog watched the scene with no apparent interest at all. Then, when all the fuss had died down, he started to trawl the depths of the mud with his long arms and pick out the drowned bugs one by one. He sat contentedly on the canoe, sucking the bugs dry and crunching them into a smooth green paste with his sharp yellow fangs-armor, swords and all-before he slowly sucked them down into his stomach.
The Hunter smiled and looked up at the wheelhouse of the chicken boat. He hadn"t expected it to be this easy. All three of them waiting for him like sitting ducks.
"Are you going to come down, or am I going to come up and get you?" he asked coldly.
"Run," hissed Nicko to Jenna.
"What about you you?"
"I"ll be okay. It"s you he"s after. Just go. Now Now."
Nicko raised his voice and spoke to the Hunter. "Please don"t shoot. I"ll come down."
"Not just you, sonny. You"re all all coming down. The girl first." coming down. The girl first."
Nicko pushed Jenna away. "Go!" he hissed.
Jenna seemed unable to move, unwilling to leave what felt like the safety of the chicken boat. Boy 412 recognized the terror on her face. He had felt like that so many times before in the Young Army, and he knew that unless he grabbed her, just as Boy 409 had once done for him to save him from a Forest wolverine, Jenna would be unable to move. And if he didn"t grab her, the Hunter would. Quickly, Boy 412 propelled Jenna out of the wheelhouse, clasped her hand tightly and jumped with her off the far side of the chicken boat, away from the Hunter. As they landed on a pile of chicken dung mixed with straw, they heard the Hunter swear.
"Run!" hissed Nicko, looking down from the deck.
Boy 412 pulled Jenna to her feet, but she was still unwilling to go.
"We can"t leave Nicko," she gasped.
"I"ll be all right, Jen. Just go go!" yelled Nicko, oblivious to the Hunter and his pistol.
The Hunter was tempted to shoot the Wizard boy there and then, but his priority was the Queenling, not Wizard sc.u.m. So, as Jenna and Boy 412 picked themselves up off the dung heap, clambered over the chicken wire and ran for their lives, the Hunter leaped after them as if his own life too depended on it.
Boy 412 kept hold of Jenna as he headed away from the Hunter, around the back of the cottage and into Aunt Zelda"s fruit bushes. He had the advantage over the Hunter in that he knew the island, but that did not bother the Hunter. He was doing what he did best, tracking a prey and a young and terrified one at that. Easy. After all, where could they run to? It was only a matter of time before he got them.
Boy 412 and Jenna ducked and weaved through the bushes, leaving the Hunter struggling to find his way through the p.r.i.c.kly plants, but all too soon Jenna and Boy 412 reached the end of the fruit bushes and reluctantly emerged into the exposed gra.s.sy s.p.a.ce that led down to the duck pond. At that moment the moon came out from behind the clouds, and the Hunter saw his prey outlined against the backdrop of the marshes.
Boy 412 ran, pulling Jenna along with him, but the Hunter was slowly gaining on them and did not seem to tire, unlike Jenna, who felt she could not run another step. They skirted the duck pond and raced up to the gra.s.sy knoll at the end of the island. Horribly close behind them they could hear the footsteps of the Hunter, echoing as he too reached the knoll and sprinted over the hollow ground.
Boy 412 dodged this way and that between the small bushes scattered about, dragging Jenna behind him, aware that the Hunter was almost near enough to reach out and grab her.
And then suddenly the Hunter was was near enough. He lunged forward and dived at Jenna"s feet. near enough. He lunged forward and dived at Jenna"s feet.
"Jenna!" yelled Boy 412, pulling her out of the Hunter"s grasp and jumping with her into a bush.
Jenna crashed into the bush after Boy 412, only to find that suddenly the bush wasn"t there anymore, and she was tumbling headlong into a dark, cold, endless s.p.a.ce.
She landed with a jolt on a sandy floor. A moment later there was a thud, and Boy 412 lay sprawled in the darkness beside her.
Jenna sat up, dazed and aching, and rubbed the back of her head where she had hit the ground. Something very strange had happened. She tried to remember what it was. Not their escape from the Hunter, not the fall through the ground, but something even stranger. She shook her head to try to clear the fuzziness in her brain. That was it. She remembered.
Boy 412 had spoken. spoken.
35.
GONE TO G GROUND.
You can talk," talk," said Jenna, said Jenna, rubbing the b.u.mp on her head. rubbing the b.u.mp on her head.
"Of course course I can talk," said Boy 412. I can talk," said Boy 412.
"But why haven"t you, then? You haven"t ever said anything anything. Except for your name. I mean, number."
"That"s all we were meant to say if we were captured. Rank and number. Nothing else. So that"s what I did."
"You weren"t captured. You were saved saved," Jenna pointed out.
"I know," said Boy 412. "Well, I know that now now. I didn"t then then."
Jenna found it very strange to be actually having a conversation with Boy 412 after all this time. And even stranger to be having it at the bottom of a pit in complete darkness.
"I wish we had a light," said Jenna. "I keep thinking the Hunter"s going to creep up on us." She shivered.
Boy 412 reached up inside his hat, drew out his ring and slipped it onto his right index finger. It fitted perfectly. He cupped his other hand around the dragon ring, warming it and willing it to give out its golden glow. The ring responded, and a soft glow spread out from Boy 412"s hands until he could clearly see Jenna looking at him through the darkness. Boy 412 felt very happy. The ring was brighter than ever, and soon it cast a warm circle of light around them as they sat on the sandy floor of the tunnel.
"That"s amazing," said Jenna. "Where did you find it?"