"Heart up, Thing!" came a hoa.r.s.e croak above my head. "At least you"re right- way up!" I glanced through tears at the ragged bundle trussed to the pole above me. Corby, poor dear Corby, was hanging by his bound legs, wing flapping, beak agape, eyes rolling. "Not as bad as it looks," he thought quietly at me. "Least I"ve got a better view . . ."
"Where are Puddy and Moglet?" I thought back urgently at him.
"Former jumped out of your pocket way back; latter is tied in a bundle at your feet."
"Thing! Corby! I can"t see, I"m frightened-"
"Hush dear!" I tried to quiet her audible wails. "It"ll be all right, I promise.
Just lie still."
There were only three of us left. Somehow we had to escape, find out what had happened to the others. But supposing there were no others? Supposing the frightful creatures that captured us had killed them? Supposing, even now, that my beloved Conn was lying somewhere with his head smashed in by one of those vicious clubs, the bright blood shaming his russet hair, his fierce brown eyes staring up at a darkening sky he could not see? And dear, gentle Snowy? And silly, voluble last-minute courageous Pisky, and stolid, dependable Puddy? Had the one been gobbled in one bite, the other crushed in careless pa.s.sing beneath some primeval foot? I sobbed again, but not for myself.
I suppose it must have been some half-hour later, and quite dark, when we arrived at the cave. We were untied from the carrying poles and carried roughly over stones, past a wicker fence, into the prison in which we now found ourselves. I had looked round it so many times during the last minutes-hours?-that I knew it by heart.
High-ceilinged with, as I have said, a wicker or wattle fence behind my back protecting about one half of the perimeter. The other half was the stone face of the cave, which extended back into the hillside about thirty feet, in a roughly semicircular shape. At the far end, in the shadows, was a deep ledge, about twelve feet wide and the same deep, and about two feet off the floor, on which was a pile of skins and three toothless and white-haired creatures with hanging dugs (though men or women I could not tell), who mumbled and waved and shrieked with laughter as the fire was replenished.
This same fire was built high in the middle of the cave, fed by large pieces of green wood which snapped and spat and twisted in sappy fury, belching great clouds of choking smoke up to the blackened roof. Every now and again a lurid flame leapt like a new-drawn sword to be as quickly spitting-sheathed in the scabbard of the dark logs, bejewelled by oozing black resin, before it had time to do more than stab twice, thrice at the darkness.
The torches had been extinguished as soon as we arrived, to conserve them I supposed, and were now stacked upright against the left-hand wall, together with clubs, spears and queerly shaped stone axes, wood-hafted and bound with twine. On the right-hand wall were hung more skins over a stack of roughly chopped wood. Behind this were heaped crudely fashioned pottery bowls and platters, and then a pen containing five or six skinny goats. These were nannies, all of them, who looked as if they had not seen a billy for years.
There were no younglings. The floor of the cave was stony, dung-ridden, running with filth; no attempt had been made to sweep away the ordure, both human and animal, and the stench fought an even battle with the smoke.
And the giants, the ogres, the trolls, whatever they were? The flames threw their shadows flickering on the cave wall. They were the creatures of legend: threatening, huge, terrible-until one looked at the substance rather than the shadow. Six of them, that was all, not counting those elders on the ledge at the back. About four feet tall, perhaps a little more; covered with reddish hair and bandy-legged, with low foreheads, jutting chins and wide noses. The youngest I suppose was about fourteen, a boy; two women in their twenties; three men, ranging from early twenties to late thirties: and all of them weak, rickety, with missing teeth, sores on their bodies, arthritic joints. No children, either; where were their youngsters, their promise of a future?
The wood caught suddenly and flared its banners to the roof, and there, silent, vibrant, moving with the firelight, a whole host of creatures was revealed, chased by hunters wielding spears and clubs. A giant striped cat bared its fangs, incisors reaching beneath the chin; deer with mighty horns raced across the plains, hooves flying; a creature such as Conn had talked of, tail both ends, all coated in reddish hair like a s.h.a.ggy goat, impaled a man with its yellow tusks as the spears in its hide maddened it past bearing. The man"s mouth was open forever on a silent scream. Other men, defiant, puny, armed only with spears, managed to herd, pit, snare all these creatures in a magnificent display of primeval bravery and guile. Great fish opened their toothed mouths to engulf; huge lizards flicked their tongues; birds with strange, barbed wings, or ones hooked and spread like bats, flew shrieking from a rain of arrows, and still the hunters advanced, striking, stabbing, flaying, destroying- They were sketches only, in browns, whites, blacks, greys, ochres, but the sudden firelight made them live and die in glorious movement on the walls of the cave. In a sudden pitying moment, quite divorced from my immediate terror, I could see how these few stunted survivors would spend their last years; drawing their pride, their comfort from the splendid, fierce deeds of their forefathers, those who dead a thousand years had yet ensured their present existence on earth.
My imagination when we were trapped in the pit had given our captors twice their height, three times their ferocity but they still outnumbered us, small, weak and diseased as they were; in this and in one other fact, lay their squalid strength. They had an overwhelming need that our combined strength could not overcome. They were hungry.
Not only hungry: starving.
I knew this because of their staring bones pushing at the skin as if mad to break out; I knew this because of the thin streams of saliva that ran between their bared and gappy teeth; I knew this because the fire had been built higher, higher; I knew this because of the water now boiling in the misshapen pot at the side of the fire. I knew it because I could see the skewers ready to be thrust into the heart of the flames; I knew it because of the animals they had prepared to thrust on those same bone skewers. I knew it because the first of those creatures was my darling Moglet, trussed up in a bundle on the end of a stick, paws together, jaws bared in agony, her pitiful wails half-drowned by the roaring of the flames. I knew it because my friend Corby was hanging by his legs, the next to go, his beak half-open, his eyes closed. I knew it because they had poked and pinched me, licked the salt from my face and hands with eager tongues, made to tear out my hair, pinched my legs until the blood ran .
Tears ran helplessly from my eyes and I could see nothing now between the swollen lids except a merciful blur. Then, oh then! something moved under my bound hands, something dry, warty, breathing fast.
"Puddy? Oh, Puddy!!"
"Courage," said the toad, puffing asthmatically. "I come from the others-"
"They are all right? Oh, dear one, say they are all right!"
"Yes, yes. They will be all right, given time . . ."
"Given time . . . ?"
"To get out of that pit."
"But how-?"
"It is not that deep. When I left them they were pulling down branches to raise the level. Then Sir Knight will climb out over the unicorn"s back and throw down more foliage until he is able to scramble out. My feet . . . The webs are all stretchy."
I was filled with instant contrition. "Poor Puddy! Is it very far, then?"
He moved under my hands. "The way your captors took "tis two, three miles, but straight up-toads can climb, you know-it"s much less. But Snowy will find a way." His flanks were still heaving. "Let me see what"s happening . . ."
He moved out to get a better view. "Ye G.o.ds! "Tis as well the fish is with the others, else would he boil!"
Someone picked up the stick on which Moglet"s trussed figure swung and pointed it towards the crackling fire. I heard her anguished cry, saw the fire turn to lick at the fur, and then something suddenly clicked in my mind, like fivestones on a stone floor. I found myself remembering.
"Fire cold, flames die, heat go, no warmth . . ." but not in those words, in another language, an older one full of spits and clicks and grunts and as old as the earth. Words I had learnt long ago in another life, in another time than the feared one with our Mistress. Words older even than the creatures painted on the walls; words, not words, sounds only that came with the dawning of time when earth and air and fire and water were still one and four, and apart and together, divisible and indivisible, and Man crouched among the animals and was part of them and Woman was the G.o.d . . .
The fire burned blue and cold and died. The painted creatures on the walls faded and disappeared, and an ice crept into the cave. The giants, the ogres, the trolls became small and helpless and frightened and I stepped from my bonds and went to the middle of the cave and gathered the cat to me smoothing the charred fur until it was new, and took the plucked bird from his ties and the feathers grew again under my hand. And I stood in the ashes of the fire and the strength flowed up through the soles of my feet, until my fingertips tingled with the strength of it and I stood straight and tall and unblemished and nursed the creatures in my arms until they, too, were whole- "Thing, darlin", oh, Thing! Are you all right, then?" And Conn was there, taking me and Moglet and Corby in his arms, while the creatures cowered in the farthest corner of the cave. Suddenly I was myself and glad of his human comfort, and fell in love again with the strength of his arms.
Snowy was holding the troll-men back, dancing on his hooves and neighing, striking out at their slowly recovering bodies.
"Come, my children, come: magic lasts only so long!"
Magic, I wondered, magic? For what I had been, what I had done, seemed of a sudden in another life, far away, and now there was only bewilderment as I glanced down at my chafed wrists. In my arms was a purring Moglet-the purr of relief rather than content-and a once-more sleek Corby. Puddy nudged my toe and Pisky was bubbling away in his bowl dangling from Conn"s wrist, telling of dark pits and torches and spears, of great scrambles of wood and a swinging forest, of travel sickness and a lack of water. I looked up at Conn"s smiling eyes, his shining white teeth and curling moustache, his sweat-dampened hair and thanked the G.o.ds, and his G.o.d too, for our preservation.
"Come!" called Snowy again. "I cannot hold them back any longer!" and indeed the troll-men from the corner were stealing forth again. The youngest seized a spear and hurled it in our direction, but luckily it missed. Conn tucked Moglet inside my jacket and Puddy in my pocket, picked up Corby and resettled Pisky, then grabbed my wrist and hurried us out of the cave, stumbling and swearing under his breath.
"Which way?"
"Follow your noses and then bear right . . ."
I heard scuffles behind me, howls of rage as Snowy carried on a rearguard action, then we were plunging helter-skelter through bush, thicket and wood, branches whipping our faces and shoulders, stones slipping under our feet and briars and nettles tearing and stinging. Pursuit was not far behind and the thump of feet mixed with the bearing of my heart. We had been running downhill but at last the ground levelled out and we were splashing amongst reeds, mud sucking at our feet. Now Snowy went ahead for we were in a quaking bog and heatless fires started at our steps, evil little voices sang in our ears and would have led us astray. All the while the stink of bubbling decay was in our nostrils, but Conn followed the white glimmer that was our unicorn and dragged me in his wake.
I stumbled and swayed from sheer exhaustion and did not even heed Moglet"s panicky claws on my chest. At last the ground was firmer beneath our feet and the air smelt sweet and clean once more. We were on rising ground and the wind swung behind us, but it was chill, so that for all my exertions I shivered.
"Are we safe?"
"The men from the cave would not dare the bog," came Snowy"s comforting voice. "Yes, we are nearly there. Just up this slope and you will see . . ."
I was not sure I could make it. My legs no longer seemed part of me, my feet were numb, my arms locked rigid around a protesting Moglet. There seemed to be a ring of stones-had I seen them before?-then some sort of p.r.i.c.kly barrier, a hedge, I could hear a buzzard calling- And firelight, gentle and warm, a familiar voice, hands taking Puddy and Moglet, a drink of fire and ice, a bed-
The Binding: Magician
Past, Present, Future
I opened my eyes to sun shining through the narrow opening to the cave. I was warm, I was refreshed with sleep, I was hungry. The cave! Which ca- "Easy now, lambkin," said The Ancient, and pressed me back gently against the pillows. "Time enough to talk, to question. Here"s oatmeal and cream and cheese. Break your fast at your ease. The others are taking the air."
"But-"
"Food first, buts later. Sufficient that you are safe, well, and finished with journeyings for the time being. Now, eat: there"s a pitcher of spring water by your elbow, and if you want to wash there"s a bowl of warm water by the fire and privacy and cloths behind that curtain. Oh, and the usual offices are where they were before . . ."
A wren was bursting his heart with sweet song when I at last hurried out to join the others. Conn was lying back in the sunshine, his jerkin unlaced and the dark red hairs on his chest glinting in the light; Corby was preening, Moglet chasing after a scarlet leaf on its breeze-helped progress across the gra.s.s, not really interested, but it was something to do; Puddy had his eyes shut, a revolting remnant of legs and wings sticking out of the left side of his mouth; Pisky"s bowl was in the little pool nearby and he was housekeeping his weed and the snails, and making little flicking jumps in the air to rid himself of even the suspicion of parasites; Snowy, ungainly for once, pink belly in the air, tail and mane a"tangle, was rolling in the lush gra.s.s under the apple trees, where there was the usual bewildering mixture of blossom and ripe apple. I looked for The Ancient: he was walking some distance away on a rise in the ground.
"Better now, Thingummyjig?" asked Conn, stretching lazily.
"Come and play," said Moglet.
"Could you just pull my third tail-feather straight?" asked Corby. "No, from the left . . . Your left-"
"Nice morning," said Puddy, stickily.
"Just look how clear the water is," said Pisky. "I doubt if my grandfather, or even his, ever bathed in such as this. And some nice new pebbles, too . . ."
No answers here and it was answers I wanted, so after politely attending to the others I walked up to the hillock where The Ancient was standing, apparently lost in thought. He had one of his more absurd hats on this morning, green, with a white bobble that kept falling in his eyes, and yellow ribbons hanging from the back.
He greeted me effusively, perhaps too effusively, spreading an imaginary cloak on the ground and inviting me to sit down.
"A beautiful morning, is it not? You rested well, I hope?" Receiving no answer, he plucked at his beard, neatly plaited and tied off in a knot. "You are well, I suppose? No ill effects?" He looked at me again, then shuffled in his purple slippers, the ones with pointy toes. "No harm done, no harm done- and you completed the quest. Admirably, I might say-Go away!" he shouted, flapping his arms at a large buzzard importuning the air a few feet above his head. "Come back later . . . Pestiferous nuisance. Now, where were we?"
I shaded my eyes and looked up at the bird. "Perhaps you should give him his reward now," I suggested. "After all, he worked for it."
"Worked for it?" spluttered The Ancient, then turned the splutter into a fit of coughing.
"Well, he kept an eye on us all the way," I said, and plucking a stem of gra.s.s, pulled at the delicate inner core and nibbled it gently. "Go on: I can wait."
The Ancient fl.u.s.tered and puffed, but eventually called down the bird who alighted on his outstretched arm, wings a"tilt and yellow eyes wary at me.
Without concern I rose to my feet and stretched out my hand to the restless pinions and the surprisingly soft and warm breast-feathers. "Well done, Kiya." (I knew instinctively the bird"s name.) "I"ll vouch that you were there, all the time . . . What has he," and I nodded at The Ancient, "promised you?"
"Leave off!" said the old man, his beard coming untied as if it had a life of its own and curling up on either side of his face like lamb"s fleece. "I"ll deal with this . . . Now then bird, what was to be your reward?"
"You know well," said the handsome buzzard, fluffing his feathers, and I was surprised I could understand. "For a watching brief-a week only you said, and nothing of the distances, the time-shift, the abominable weather-you said you would find me-"
"Ah, yes," said The Ancient hastily. "Now I remember . . . Well, then: fly some seven leagues west-by-south-you"ll have to correct with this wind-turn due south by the cross at Isca-now the new-fangled Escancastre, I believe-then another two leagues. Bear west again till you come to the old highway bearing roughly north-south. Two miles further on there is a sudden switch to east- west and there you will find a southerly track. Half a mile on there is a barton in a valley, a stream running east-west on its southern border: can"t miss it, the place is full of sheep. In a wood just northeast of the barton-Totley, it"s called-you will find a deeper wood, triangular in shape, and there you will find-what I promised you. She has," and he glanced at me to see if I was listening and, as I was, lowered his voice. I did not realize till afterwards that he was speaking bird-talk, but it didn"t seem to make much difference: I still understood. "She has," he repeated to the bird, "been blown from oversea by that last southeasterly and is not used to us as yet. Wants to return to the mountains of Hispania . . . But doubtless you will be able to persuade her to stay. Tell her . . ." and he bent forward to whisper in Kiya"s hidden ear. "That should do it!" And he tossed the buzzard in the air and it rode the wind, balancing delicately from wingtip to wingtip, before taking an updraught and sliding away out of sight above the conifers to my right.
"Now then," said The Ancient, flicking a lump of bird-dropping from his already liberally marked blue gown. "Now then-where were we? Ah, yes. You were about to thank me for my hospitality and ask about the next stage in-"
"Sit down," I interrupted, reseating myself and patting the turf beside me.
"And explain. Please?"
But he remained standing, drawing the edges of his cloak together and becoming very tall all of a sudden.
"And don"t," I said, "fly off into another dimension or something: we"ve had enough of that for the time being . . . Just think of me as your equal, for the moment, and, as such, wanting answers."
"To what?" But he did sit down, rather heavily it"s true, and at a discreet distance. "What to?"
I crossed my legs, comfortably, and selected another blade of gra.s.s. "Lots of things . . . Firstly, how long has this quest taken us? The truth, mind!"
He regarded me under bushy eyebrows like the thatch of an ill-kept house.
"Why-how long do you think it took?"
I recognized the ploy, but went along with it for the time being. "Well, the others obviously think it took at least six months-"
"So?"
"So why is my hair no longer? So why are my clothes no tattier? So why did we conveniently lose all those things on the way, like the sealskin, that could have proved we actually went anywhere? So why did Kiya still have the feathers of a yearling? So-"
"All right, all right, all right!" yelled The Ancient. "All right . . . I can see you have been talking to that blasted unicorn-"
"Not a word! So, you do admit-"
"I admit nothing! So there . . ." and he grabbed a stalk of gra.s.s, just like me, and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. "Just prove it, that"s all! Prove it!"
"So there is something to prove, then?"
"I didn"t say so-"
"You did!"
"Didn"t!"
"Did!"
"Not!"
I lay back and laughed. "For an Ancient you are behaving more like a New- no, listen!" For he had half-risen and his face was all red. "I didn"t mean to be rude, you know I didn"t. But isn"t it time we stopped being childish and started talking like-like adults?" Like human beings, I had been going to say, but I wasn"t sure of his claim to this. I rolled over on to my stomach. "I admit I am being presumptuous, but there are certain questions I should like-more, I think I deserve-answers to. Straightforward answers. Agreed?"
"Agreed," came the rather sulky answer, but a sharp glance from under the bushy eyebrows accompanied it. "Shake on it?"
"Good!" I offered my hand, all unsuspecting. A moment later an almighty shock ran through my fingers and palm and up my arm into my shoulder and I was knocked sideways by a sudden strike of power that left me numb. I had not antic.i.p.ated he would use anything like that: so far it had been a low-dice board game but now he had thrown a double and I was no match for this.
"Thanks," I said, rubbing my still-tingling arm. "All right, you"re the boss. My strengths have been accidental, yours are calculated. Truce?"
For the first time he smiled, and nodded his head. "You are an endearing child, Flower . . . I must admit you have called upon powers that I would have thought impossible. Still, a flower may hold a thorn . . ." and he chuckled, shaking his head, and somewhere bells rang.
"You," I said, "have had ever so much more practice . . . Perhaps, then, because of what I did accidentally, you will accept that I have a right to some truthful answers? No more evasions? No more-" I rubbed my arm "- games?"
He nodded and his beard replaited itself, even to the knot. "No more games."
I studied him; at last we were on equal terms, but only perhaps because he had won earlier. "Right. Last things first: in that cave . . . The Power. Where did it come from? How did I manage to use it? And was it bad or good?"
"Backwards answer: neither good nor evil. Just there."
"Explain!"