"Older things in the world than we know, and sometimes they can be on your side. Sometimes . . ."
"She was a bad "un, right enough," said Corby. "Bad through and through.
And there was only one place for her." He nodded to the sunken place in the middle of the once-lake. "Down under there is fire like you never did see before, all running and boiling and bubbling like porridge, and that"s where She belongs, her and her manikin. Down there all the bad things gets churned up and chewed-like, and then sometimes the old Earth gets indigestion, collywobbles, and burps or farts out the bad airs through them volcanoes and those hot mud-holes what travellers speak of."
"Geysers," said Puddy.
I looked at them with new respect: what a lot they knew! "You mean She won"t ever come back? Not ever?"
"Not never," said Corby. "Just bits and pieces, she is now. "Sides, plughole is blocked with them rocks, see?"
"Then . . . Then we"re-we"re free?"
"As air-an" twice as hungry . . ."
"Then why . . ." I suddenly felt terribly lonely. "Why does my stomach still hurt?"
We gazed at one another. Moglet tested her paw, and lifted it hastily. Corby stretched his wings: one side went the full distance, not the other.
"Still got heavy head," said Puddy.
I shook Pisky"s crock but could see the pearly pebble firmly fixed in his mouth. "So we"re not really free at all," I said slowly. "Her spell is still on us."
"Seems so," said Corby. "Yet I would have thought-"
We were interrupted by a wail from Moglet. "I"ll never walk properly again!
No mice, no birds . . ." and she spat at Corby.
"Now then, now then," he said, backing away. "You"re not the only one, you know: Thing here has still got the cramps, and-"
"But not as badly," I said thoughtfully. "And at least we"re free of her. There must be a way to break this last spell. Let me think . . ."
But it appeared I was not much good at this; besides, while the others were being quiet to let me concentrate they made a further discovery about themselves which was alien to me, who had spent at least part of my time out of doors when we lived with the witch. The first I knew of this new element in our lives was when Moglet crawled up on my knee and hid her head away from the nice, fresh air in the crook of my arm. A minute or two later she was joined by Puddy, who at least apologized as he crept into a fold of my tattered cloak. Next Corby shuffled up close to me, on the pretence of looking for woodlice under a stone, and Pisky started to swim backwards again.
"All right," I said. "What is it?"
"Outside," said Puddy after a considerable pause, which the others were unwilling, it seemed, to interrupt. "It"s big. Bit overwhelming."
"Frightened of the open," supplemented Moglet, sniffling a little. "Not used to it, Thing dear-what happens when it gets dark?"
"Long time since I"ve been out in the wide-open s.p.a.ces, as you might call "em,"
said Corby. "Bit-well, different you know, if you"ve been used to a cage of sorts for as long as you can remember. There"s rather a lot of it, too, if you follows my meaning: sky and trees and ground . . . Sun"s a bit bright, too."
"Know where you are if there"s a still crock or bowl," muttered Pisky. "All this moving about and rocking back and forth and jiggling up and down and not a bit of weed to soften the light-"
"Well, you miserable lot!" I cried, jumping to my feet and scattering them like discarded toys. "Here we all are, free from-from Her, and all you can do is grumble! As for all this talk of being afraid of the open air and not liking the sunshine and what happens when it gets dark and being jiggled back and forth-"
"Up and down," said Pisky. "Up and down for jiggles. Back and forth for rocking. I should know! Up and down gives you stomach-wobbles; back and forth makes you water-sick-"
"Oh shut up!" I was becoming exasperated, the more so because, at the moment, I could see no further than the next five minutes, knew they were looking to me for guidance and hadn"t the faintest idea how to proceed. So I fell back on anger. "We"re free, free, don"t you realize that? Surely that means something to you after all those years we spent shut up in that h.e.l.lhole? All you wanted then was to be free and look at you now! Whingeing and crying because you"ve got what you wanted, but it"s going to take a little getting used to! The powers-that-be give me patience! Whatever did I do to be saddled with such a bunch of-of stupid animals!"
I had not meant to say that, and luckily for me they knew it, for even as the bright tears blurred my vision, making the trees on the bank dance up and down like unsteady puppets, I felt a rub of fur around my ankles and Pisky burped past his pebble.
"Don"t blame you," said Corby. "Big responsibility, changing one"s way of life."
"Insecurity breeds uncertainty," added Puddy.
"Oh, blast you all," I said unsteadily. "I love you all, you know that . . . Right!
First thing to do is get off this island, then count up our a.s.sets and take a vote on what we do next. We"ll go back to the hut and see if there is anything we can salvage, then we"ll plan our next move. Any questions? No? Good." And as we climbed down from the islet, with difficulty, I added: "You"re not alone in feeling a bit-afraid-of the open, but don"t forget most people have managed it all their lives. It"s just that we will take a little while to adjust to it, that"s all."
I hoped that I was right.
Whatever I had thought to find at our former home I do not know-some food perhaps, clothes, useful things like cooking pots-but my hopes were doomed to disappointment, for as we neared the clearing where we had lived it was obvious that either the villagers had been up all night or they had risen at dawn, for they were there before us. As we crept down the track that led up to the lake we could hear them shouting to one another and banging and clanking, and as we came nearer we slid behind the big bramble bush, Corby hopping off my shoulder, Puddy out of my pocket and Moglet from my arms and Pisky"s crock set with its mouth to the scene.
Through the thorned branches I could see our former home, or what was left of it, and that was not much. The hut had been mostly wattle and daub, built on the foundations of an earlier home, basically stone, and the roof had been thatched. I had expected that the roof would have gone and probably much of the upper walls, but what I had not expected was the total destruction that met my eyes. The peasants, some twenty or so of them, mostly men but I counted some women too, were tearing down what remained of the walls and scattering the stones about the clearing, stamping and chanting as they did so, words that, half-heard, appeared to relate to their relief at the disappearance of the witch. It was possible that they did not yet know of her death. What was certain was that they would ensure She would not return to her former home. I saw a large crock of precious salt standing ready: they were even ready to sow this on the ground which had held her, thus ensuring that no plant would grow there for the next ten years, to be infected with the evil she might have left behind.
"I wish I could hear what they are saying," I muttered. "Perhaps if we moved a little closer . . ."
"Not you!" said Corby sharply. "We don"t know that they aren"t still on the lookout for you, and if they catch you-" He made expressive gurgles in his throat. "Don"t forget they will think you and She one and the same."
"I"ll go," said Moglet. "I can creep through the gra.s.s, and even if I don"t understand human speech I can tell by the tone of voice whether they mean us harm."
"Me too," supplemented Puddy. "Won"t notice old toad. Perhaps we can hear them think, too."
"Well, just be careful," warned Corby. "Toads and cats are known witch- familiars . . ."
They were back within a half hour or so and the tale they had to tell was disturbing. Apparently some of the villagers had seen our Mistress soaring over the lake and then struck by lightning but were not sure of her fate. The manikin had also been spotted, although a few people thought it might be me, and that I had fallen to earth somewhere and was in hiding. They were going to finish making the hut and its environs unlivable-in, the priest was coming to p.r.o.nounce a blessing or curse or somesuch, and then they were going to look for me, just to make sure.
"Said they would burn you," said Moglet. "All up, in a bonfire."
Frightened and bewildered, for I had never harmed any of the villagers that I knew of, I glanced round at the others. "What shall I-we-do?"
"Time for a strategic withdrawal," said Corby.
"What"s that?"
"Beat a hasty retreat. Come on, where"s a handy place to hide till they"ve cooled off a bit?"
We finally climbed to a convenient perch in the old oak tree that stood at the junction of the path from the lake to the remains of the hut, where it joined another that I used to use down to the village. From here we were hidden and could watch the comings and goings, and were an audience for the priest when he came, incense and all, to cleanse the witch"s former abode from any lingering taint of evil. At noon he came back down the path, accompanied by most of the villagers, and I was just going to climb down after they pa.s.sed for some nuts and berries at least, for we were all starving, when a shouting arose from the direction of the lake and a youngster dashed past down the road that led to the village and was stopped by two tardy peasants returning from the hut with the empty salt crock.
"Whoa there, lad," said one of the men, neatly stopping the boy by dint of tripping him full-length. "What be your hurry, now?"
"They"ve been up to the lake," he gasped, winded. "Found the bones of those drownded all that long time ago and ol" witch"s burnt-out stick and no water left, none at all. I"ve to fetch the priest again and a cart for the bones so"s they get decent burial . . ."
"Well, get along then," muttered the other and aimed a kick as the lad staggered to his feet again and set off running. "Come on, Matt: I"ve a mind to see all this for meself."
And the two left the crock where it was and set off at a fast pace for the lake.
Again I was about to climb down and seek sustenance when Moglet growled "Wait!" and a moment or two later it seemed the whole village streamed away below us in the direction of the lake; men and women, some still with tools or pots in hand; children and babes-in-arms, the latter carried by their siblings; the old and lame and fat on sticks and one in a litter. I even noted the village wh.o.r.e, dressing herself as she went, arguing with a sheepish fellow who was apparently unwilling to pay the full price for an obviously interrupted session. Bringing up the rear, jouncing and rattling on the uneven track, came a large cart driven by the miller and filled with his wife and the priest, once again hung all about with crosses and baubles and beads and robes and candles.
We waited for a moment or two longer when they had pa.s.sed, until we heard shouts and exclamations from the lakeside, then I jumped down and extricated the others, arranging them on my person like a verderer"s gibbet, for that seemed the quickest way to travel.
"Where now?" I panted, for together they were no light weight.
Corby spoke in my ear, claws firm on my shoulder. "Now, if"n they are looking for you, where"s the last place they"d look?" And as I still did not understand he tweaked my hair. "Come on, Thing, where"s your brains? Where"s the one place they ain"t at, right now?"
"Ow! The village?"
"Right! Best foot forward now, and see if we can"t make summat of this yet!"
Ten minutes later we stood in an empty village square. Doors and windows swung open, piglets rootled, a tethered dog barked, chickens pecked at the dirt, but of people there was no sign. I had never had time to stand and admire the buildings before, for my visits to the market had been short, sharp, fear-filled: in and out as quickly as possible before someone threw a stone, or worse. But our Mistress"s money had been good, and I was always charged over the odds for even the sc.r.a.ps she had me buy. Money! Suddenly I remembered: the money she had given me the night before-was it only a few hours past? It seemed like a year!-was it still in my pocket? Frantically I felt about. Yes! I drew them out into my hand: three small gold pieces, three large silver ones, six copper coins.
"We"re rich!" I shouted. "Look, Corby, Moglet: I can buy stores to take with us . . .".
"Buy? Buy!" snorted Corby. "Why buy? There"s no one about, things are here to take-and do keep your voice down, Thing, there might just be someone still here!"
"But I can"t just take things: that would be stealing, and then they really would be after us!"
"They"re after us anyway, by all accounts, and you might as well be hung for stealing as burnt for summat you ain"t done! Come on, don"t they owe us something for all the hard words you had and the s.h.i.t they chucked after you?
We"ll only take what"s necessary: it"s for the sake of us all . . . Hurry, do!"
We needed food: a small sack of flour, a joint of fatty ham, a piece of cheese, half-a-pound of salt. All this went into a sack, together with a cooking pan, a large spoon and a couple of wooden dishes; I had my sharp knife, almost dagger-long, and flint and tinder, and I thought a length of fine rope and a small trowel would come in useful. Needle and thread were necessaries, filched from someone"s workbasket. Anything else? Well, if I were to look tidily inconspicuous I would need a new cloak, preferably with a hood, my hose was a disgrace, and I had no shoes. I was tempted by yellow stockings and a red jacket, but in the end settled for brown wool hose, sensible short boots, and a splendid cloak that almost reached my ankles, with a deep hood, all in a mixture of dyed green, brown and black threads and thick as two pennies laid together. I think it belonged to the priest, for it lay just within the church porch. I also took a length of linen and a piece of leather, for I thought they might come in useful, too.
The only trouble with stealing was that you got used to it with alarming rapidity, and my greed nearly had us caught. Puddy had just found the most useful thing yet, a green gla.s.s bottle with a fat belly, a sensible corked top and threaded all about with a net of twine, ideal for carrying Pisky, and I entered the shop where he had found it. It was full of jars, boxes, containers, bottles, chests and other paraphernalia and I set down everything I had gathered just to admire and then covet an utterly useless bowl with decoration of interlacing gold snakes on its rim, when there was a squawk from Corby outside and Moglet came racing in, bad paw and all.
"Quick!" she mewed. "Some of them are coming back! Oh, Thing dear, please hurry!"
For a moment I panicked, then common sense rea.s.serted itself. "How many?"
"Two-three. Old woman with stick, girl, young man."
"That"ll be Gammer Thatcher: she lives at the far end with her daughter and son-in-law. Bad-tempered old soul: probably couldn"t get to the lake fast enough to get a good view so pretended she was ill . . ."
I had a few moments to get myself ready. Rope round middle with knife; sack full on my right shoulder; Pisky transferred (only for a short while I hoped) to carrying-bottle-not without protest-and slung from my waist; Puddy in pocket, Corby on left shoulder, Moglet tucked in my jacket, new cloak over all.
"Ready?"
A m.u.f.fled: "Yes . . . S"pose so . . . Just don"t jiggle up and down . . . Headache .
. ." and I stuck my nose out of the doorway. All clear. Keeping to the sides of houses, scuttling behind the church, I soon left the village behind and found myself in unknown territory. Ahead was a track leading through fields of harvested grain, an orchard, a vegetable patch and ahead, low scrub melting into forest. A path led off to the left across the fields, another to the right, behind us the track back to the village.
"Which way?" It may sound stupid, but provisioning and unaccustomed freedom had taken up all my thoughts. Where and why were new.
"Away from the village," suggested Corby sensibly.
"Under cover," added Puddy.
A donkey, tethered on common ground to our right, trotted over as far as his tether would allow, and I more or less understood what he was trying to say.
"Want directions? Cut my rope, let me get at those thistles over yon, and I"ll tell you which way is best."
Three minutes later we left him chewing ecstatically, safe in the knowledge that to the left was marsh and, eventually, sea; to the right the track led back to the lake; but straight ahead if we walked about two miles, we came to a great ditch that marked the boundary between the lord of this demesne and the next, and beyond that was forest for days. Once beyond the boundary none from this place could pursue . . .
We took the middle road.
The Gathering: Three-
Four- Five- Six- Seven
The Fellowship of the Pebbles
Climbing up into a tree is normally fairly easy, climbing down the same.
Sitting in a tree and just relaxing is a fine way to enjoy oneself, while the world pa.s.ses by beneath. Using the vantage-point of a tree to spy out one"s surroundings, or as an emergency escape route is useful too, but I had never tried sleeping in one. All night . . .
In theory it is a very good idea if you are travelling light with no fixed idea where you will find yourself at nightfall, and are too small a party to risk wolf, boar or robber by staying on the ground, and there are no convenient caves, ricks or ruins to provide shelter. Just find a nice, comfortable-looking tree with a fork in the main branches for a sleeping-place and lowest support not too far from the ground, hoist your belongings up with a rope and follow.
Settle your bits and pieces in a convenient niche or crook, lean back in comfort against the main trunk of the tree and spread your legs along a branch or even let them dangle. Wrap your cloak about you and wriggle comfortable; tuck your hands around your body to keep them warm, close your eyes, listen to the pleasant little rustles and chirps of the nightlife around you and- "Want to get down," said Moglet. "Must . . . You know."
"Oh dear . . . Can"t you just do as Corby does? Over the edge?"
"Can"t. It"s . . . private. You wouldn"t . . ."
"Maybe not, but I saw to all that before I came up here!"
Perhaps I should have said that all the necessary functions should be attended to before climbing the tree. So, now compose yourself for sleep, shut your eyes and- Crash!!
"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!"
Peering down from the branches: "What on earth are you doing, Corby?"
"What the bleedin" h.e.l.l do you think I"m doing? Fell off, din"t I? Trying to get me balance on that rotten branch, weren"t I? Cracked, din"t it? Well, what you waiting for? Not an effing squirrel am I?"