The underpa.s.s is what my story"s all about.

It isn"t very high, my best friend June"s big sister can touch the roof without jumping. In the roof there are long lights like ice chopped up. That"s what Mrs Chandler means when she says something is a nice image. Usually some of the lights are broken, and there are plugs hanging down like buds. When you walk through you can hear the traffic overhead, it feels as if your ears are shaking when buses drive over. When we were little we used to stand in the middle so the buses would make our ears tickle. And we used to shout and make ghosty noises because then it sounded like a cave.

Then the skinheads started to wait for the little kids in the underpa.s.s, so they got a lollipop man to cross us over and we weren"t supposed to go down. Sometimes we did, because some of the traffic wouldn"t stop for the lollipop man and we wanted to watch our programmes on TV. Then the lady in the greengrocer"s would tell on us and we got spanked. I think we"re too old to be spanked. June would cry when she was spanked, because she"s a bit of a little kid sometimes. So we stopped going down until the skinheads went somewhere else. June"s big sister says they"re all taking LSAID now.

When we could go down again it wasn"t like the same place. They"d been spraying paint all over the walls. The walls used to be white, but now they were like the advertis.e.m.e.nts you see at the films, when the colours keep changing and dazzling you. They were green and gold and pink like lipstick and white and grey and blood-red. They were words we wouldn"t say at home, like t.i.ts, and all the things skinheads say. Like "tuebrook skins rule ok," only they"d painted it over twice, so it was as if something was wrong with your eyes.

June and I were reading everything on the way to school when Tonia came down. She lives in the next street from me, with her father. She used to go to St John the Evangelist, but now she goes to Tuebrook County Primary with us. June doesn"t like her because she says Tonia thinks she"s better than us and knows more. She never comes round to play with me, but I think she"s lonely and her mother doesn"t live with them, only a lady who stays with them sometimes. I heard that in the sweetshop before the sweetshop lady started nodding to tell them I was there. Anyway, Tonia started acting shocked at the things they"d painted on the walls. "I don"t think you should let your little brother see these things. They aren"t good for him." Jim"s seen our mother and father with no clothes on, but June said "Oh, come on, Lynn. We weren"t looking anyway, only playing," and she pretended to pee at Tonia, and we ran off.

Tonia was nearly late for a.s.sembly. She"d been looking at the man painted on the wall where the underpa.s.s dips in the middle. Mrs Chandler smiled at her but didn"t say anything. If it had been us she"d have pretended to be cross, but she wouldn"t really mind if we laughed, because she likes us laughing. I suppose Tonia must have been looking at the man on the wall because she hadn"t seen anything like him before, she was flushed and biting her lip and smiling at the same time. My story"s about him too, in a funny way, at least I think it is. He was as tall as the roof, and his spout was sticking up almost as far as his chin. Someone had painted him in white-really they"d just drawn round him, but then someone else had written on the wall, so he was full of colours. He"d got one foot on each side of the drain in the middle of the underpa.s.s, that the gutter runs down to. Jim said the man was going to pee, so I had to tell him he wouldn"t be going to pee when his spout"s like that.

Anyway, that was the day Mrs Chandler told us the theatre group was coming to do a play for us. June said "Are they going to make us laugh?" and Mrs Chandler said "Oh yes, they"ll shout at you if you don"t laugh." Then we had to write about our parents. I like writing about people, but June likes writing about football and music best. Tonia suddenly started crying and tore up her paper, so Mrs Chandler had to put her arms round her and talk to her, but we couldn"t hear what she was saying. June got jealous and kept asking Mrs Chandler things, so Mrs Chandler put her in charge of the mice"s cage all week. When we got home Tonia stayed behind in the playground. I saw her go into the underpa.s.s, but the last time I looked she hadn"t come out. My mother was still at Bingo, and Jim was crying so I smacked him, then I had to make him a fried egg so he"d stop. When my father came in he said "Should have made me one as well. You"re a lot better housewife than," and he stopped. But my mother had won and gave him half, so he didn"t shout at her.

After tea I went to the wine shop to get them some crisps. Jim sat on the railings at the top of the underpa.s.s and was seeing how far he could lean back holding on with his heels, so I had to run out and smack him. I broke my arm when I was little, doing that on the railings. Then I saw Tonia coming out of the underpa.s.s. "Haven"t you had your tea yet?" I said. She must have been in a mood, because she got all red and said "I"ve had my dinner, if that"s what you mean. We have it exactly the same time every day, if you must know. You don"t think I"ve been down there all this time, do you?" I do try to make friends with her, but it"s hard.

The next afternoon we had the play. There were five people in it, three men and two women. It was very good, and everyone laughed. I liked the part best when one of the men has to be the moon, so he has a torch and tries to get into it to be the man in the moon. They borrowed Mrs Chandler"s guitar, that she brings when we have singing, and they all sang at the end and we pretended to throw money, then they threw sweets for us. I told Mrs Chandler I liked it, and she said it was from A Midsummer Night"so Dream because it was nearly midsummer. I said I"d like to read it, so she said to ask for it at the library.

Then it was time to go home, and June asked one of the actors to cross her over the road. She told him he"d got a lovely face. Well, he had, but it"s just like June to say something like that. She"s bold sometimes. She said "Oh, and this is Lynn. She"s my best friend, so you can talk to her too." I think she wanted him to come on his own, but he called the others to look at the colours in the underpa.s.s. So we all went down there instead. I saw Tonia watching us, and she looked as if she was going to cry, as if we"d found her special hiding-place or something, then she ran after us.

They all started shouting and gasping like little kids watching fireworks. "Look at the figure in the middle. It"s almost a work of art," one of the women said. "Ebsolutely Eztec," a man said. I don"t think he really talked like that, he was just trying to be funny. Tonia pulled at the one with the lovely face and said, "What does he mean?" "He means Aztec, love," he said. "I"m not your love," Tonia said. The man looked upset, because he was only being friendly, but he spelt Aztec for her. "Just the place for a midsummer sacrifice," one of the men said. "I don"t think the Aztecs were bothered about seasons. They cut hearts out all the year round," another one said. Then they all walked us home and said we should try to start a youth theatre with Mrs Chandler. But Tonia stayed in the underpa.s.s.

The next day I went to the library after school. It"s a nice place, except they chase you if you mess even a little bit. The librarian has a red face and shouts at the little kids if they don"t understand what he means, and doesn"t like showing you where the books are. But the girls are nice, and they"ll talk to you and look for books for you. I got A Midsummer Night"so Dream out. I didn"t really understand it, except for the funny parts we saw at school. I"d like Mrs Chandler to help me with it, but I think she"d be too busy. I can read it again when I"m older.

I saw Tonia"s father when I was there. He was getting a book about Aztecs for her. He said it was for a project. She must have told him that. It"s stupid, because she could have told the truth. The librarian got him a book out of the men"s library. "This will probably be a bit advanced for her," he said. Tonia"s father started shouting. "Don"t talk about what you don"t know. She"s an extremely intelligent child. I"ve had more than enough of that sort of comment at home." The librarian was getting redder and redder, and he saw me looking, so I ran out.

Next morning Tonia brought the book to school. "I"ve got something to show you," she told June and me. Then she heard Mrs Chandler coming, so she hid the book in her desk. She could have shown her, Mrs Chandler would have been interested. At playtime she brought it out with her. We all had to crowd round her so the teachers wouldn"t see. There were pictures of Aztec statues that looked like the floors you see in really old buildings. And there were some drawings, like the ones little kids do, funny but you aren"t supposed to laugh. Some of them had no clothes on. "Don"t let everyone see," Tonia said. "I don"t know what you"re worried about. They don"t worry us," I said, because the way she was showing us made the pictures seem dirty, though they weren"t really. It was like a picture of Jesus we used to giggle at when we were little, because he was only wearing a cloth. I suppose she never used to play doctors and nurses, so she couldn"t have seen anything, like the man in the underpa.s.s.

When we went out to play at dinnertime she brought the book again. She started reading bits out of it, about the Aztecs using pee for dyeing clothes, and eating dogs and burning people and cutting their hearts out and eating them. She said one part meant that when they made a sacrifice their G.o.ds would appear. "No it doesn"t," June said. "They were just men dressed up."

"Well, it does," Tonia said. "The G.o.ds came and walked among them." "You"re the best reader, Lynn. You say what it says," June said. Actually June was right, but Tonia was biting her lip and I didn"t want to be mean, so I said she was right. June wouldn"t speak to me when we walked home.

But the next day I had to be specially nice to June, because Mrs Chandler said so, so we were friends again. June was upset all day, that was why Mrs Chandler said to be nice to her. Someone had left the mice"s cage unlocked and they"d escaped. June was crying, because she liked to watch them and she loves animals, only she hadn"t any since when her kitten tried to get up under the railway bridge where you can hear pigeons, and fell off and got killed. Mrs Chandler said for everyone to be nice to June, so we were. Except Tonia, who avoided us all day and didn"t talk to anyone. I thought then she was sad for June.

On Sat.u.r.day we went to the baths by the library. The baths are like a big toilet with tiled walls and slippery floors. We said we"d teach Tonia to swim, but her father wouldn"t let her come in case she got her asthma and drowned. We had to stop some boys pushing Jim and the other little kids in. There must be something wrong with them to do that. I think they ought to go and see a doctor, like Tonia with her asthma. Only June"s big sister says it isn"t the ordinary doctor Tonia needs to go and see.

Then we went home to watch Doctor Who. It was good, only Jim got all excited watching the giant maggots chasing Doctor Who and nearly had to go to bed. My mother had bought some lovely curtains with her Bingo money, all red and purple, and she was putting them up in the front room so our maisonette would look different from the others. There wasn"t any football on TV, so my father went out for a drink and gave us money for lemonade. June had to go home because her auntie was coming, so I took Jim to get the lemonade.

On the way we met Tonia. She didn"t speak to us. She was running and she looked as if she"d been sick. I wasn"t sure, because it had got all dark as if someone had poured dirty dishwater into the sky. Anyway, I went to the wine shop and when I"d bought the lemonade I looked for Jim but he wasn"t there. I didn"t hear him go out, because I"d told him to stay in the shop but they"d left the door open to let air in. He"d run down the underpa.s.s. Little kids are like moths when they see a light sometimes. So I went to get him and I nearly slipped, because someone had just been throwing red paint all over the place. It was even on the lights, and someone had tried to paint the man on the wall with it. Jim said it was blood and I told him not to be soft. But it did look nasty. I didn"t even want my supper. It rained all Sunday, so nothing happened. Except June brought the Liverpool Echo round because one of my poems was in it. I"d sent it in so long ago that I"d forgotten. They only put your first name and your age, as if you didn"t want anyone to know it was you. I think it"s stupid.

Next day when we were coming home we saw the man who empties the bins on West Derby Road talking to the ladies from the wine shop. There"s a concrete bin on top of the underpa.s.s, with a band going round it saying litter litter litter. He"d found four mice cut up in the bin. June started crying when we got to our road. She cries a lot sometimes and I have to put my arm round her, like my father when he heard Labour hadn"t won the election. She thought they were the mice from our cla.s.sroom. I said they couldn"t be, because n.o.body could have caught them.

The next night June and I took Jim home, then we went to the library. We left him playing with the little girls from up the street. When we got back he wasn"t there. My mother got all worried but we said we"d look for him. We looked under the railway bridge, because he likes to go in the workshop there to listen to the noise, that sounds like the squeak they put on the TV to remind you to switch it off. But he wasn"t there, so we looked on the waste ground by the railway line, because he likes playing with the bricks there more than the building blocks he got for Christmas. He was sitting there waiting to see a train. He said a girl had taken the little girls to see a man who showed them nice things.

Some policemen came to school one day to tell us not to go with men like that, because they were ill, so we thought we"d better tell our parents. But just as we were coming home we saw Tonia with the little girls. She looked as if she wanted to run away when she saw us, then June shouted "What"ve you been doing with those kids?" "It wasn"t anything, only a drawing on the wall," one of the little girls said. "You wouldn"t even let Jim look at him the other day," I said. "Well, he wouldn"t have wanted to come," Tonia said. "You just let them play next time. Jim was having fun," I said.

The next day a puppy came into the playground and we all played with it. It rolled on its back to make us tickle it, then it peed on the caretaker"s bike and he chased it away. Tonia played with it most and when it came back to the playground, she threw sweets out of the window for it until Mrs Chandler said not to. We were painting, and Tonia did a lovely one with lots of colours, instead of the ones she usually does which are all dark. Mrs Chandler said it was very good, and you could tell she was really pleased. But she asked Tonia why the man was standing with his back to us, and Tonia blushed and said she couldn"t paint faces very well, though she can when she wants to. I painted a puppy eating a bone and Mrs Chandler liked that too.

When it was time to go home Tonia stayed behind to ask Mrs Chandler about painting faces, as if she didn"t know how. We thought she wanted to walk along with Mrs Chandler, but instead she ran out of the school when everyone had gone and went down the underpa.s.s with the puppy. We saw her because I had to get some apples from the greengrocer"s. That"s a funny shop, because the boards have got all dirty with potatoes, and sometimes the ladies talk to people and forget we"re there. So we were in there a long time and Tonia and the puppy hadn"t come up. "Let"s see what she"s doing," June said. Just as we went down the ramp the puppy ran out with Tonia chasing it. She had a penknife. "I was only pretending. I wouldn"t kill it really," she said. "You shouldn"t have a knife at all," I said. Then she went off because we wouldn"t help her find the puppy.

After tea Jim and the little girls were climbing on a lorry, so I had to tell them the man would shout when he came back. They all ran up the street and started shouting "Pop a cat a petal, pop a cat a petal." Little kids are funny sometimes. I asked them what it meant and one of the little girls said "That"s what that girl said we had to say to the man on the wall." I told her not to play with Tonia, because Tonia could do things they shouldn"t.

Next day I asked Mrs Chandler what it meant. She had to look it up, then she said it was a volcano in Mexico. At dinnertime I asked Tonia why she"d told the little girls to say it. Tonia went red and said it was her secret. "Then you shouldn"t have told them. Anyway, it"s only a volcano," June said, because she"d heard Mrs Chandler tell me. "No, it isn"t," Tonia said. "It"s his name. It"s a G.o.d"s name." "It"s a volcano in Mexico," I said. "Lynn should know. She"s the best reader, and she had a poem in the paper," June said. "I didn"t see it," Tonia said. "Well, I did. It said Lynn," June said. "That could be anyone," Tonia said. "You"re making it up." "No she isn"t," June said. "She"ll have you a fight." So we went behind the school and had a fight, and I won.

Tonia was crying and said she"d tell Mrs Chandler, but she didn"t. She was quiet all afternoon, and she waited for us when we were going home. "I don"t care if you did have a poem in the paper," she said. "I"ve seen something you haven"t." "What is it?" I said. "If you meet me tonight I"ll show you," she said. "Just you. She can"t come." "June"s my best friend. She"s got to come too or I won"t," I said. "All right, but you"ve got to promise not to tell anyone," Tonia said. "Wait till it"s nearly dark and meet me at the end of my road."

So I had to say I was going to hear a record at June"s, and she had to say she was coming to ours. We met Tonia at nine o"clock. She was very quiet and wouldn"t say anything, just started walking and didn"t look to see if we were coming. Sometimes I don"t like the dark, because the cars look like animals asleep, and everything seems bigger. It makes me feel like a little kid. We could see all the people in the houses watching TV with the lights out, and I wished I was back at home. Anyway, we followed Tonia, and she stopped at the top of the underpa.s.s.

"Oh, it"s only that stupid thing on the wall," June said. "No, it isn"t," Tonia said. "There"s a real man down there if you look." "Well, I don"t want to see him," June said. "What"s so special about him?" I said. "He"s a G.o.d," Tonia said. "He"s not. He"s just a man playing with his thing," June said. "He probably wouldn"t want you to see him anyway," Tonia said. "I"m going down. You go home." "We"ll come with you to make sure you"re all right," I said, but really I was excited without knowing why.

We went down the ramp where n.o.body would see us and Tonia said we had to take our knickers off and say "Pop a cat a petal," only whisper it so people wouldn"t hear us. "You"re just like a little kid," June said. "I"m not taking my knickers off." "Well, pull your dress up then," Tonia said. "No, you do it first," I said. "I don"t need to," Tonia said. "You"ve got to go first," I said. So she did, and we all started whispering "Pop a cat a petal," and when we were behind her we pulled our dresses down again. Then Tonia was in the underpa.s.s and we were still round the corner of the ramp. We dared each other to go first, then I said "Let"s go in together."

So June pushed me in and I pulled her in, and we started saying "Pop a cat a petal" again, only we weren"t saying it very well because we couldn"t stop giggling. But then I got dizzy. All the lights in the underpa.s.s were flickering like a fire when it"s going out, and the colours were swaying, and all the pa.s.sage was like it was glittering slowly, and Tonia was standing in the middle swaying as if she was dancing with the light. Then June screamed and I think I did, because I thought I saw a man.

It must have been our eyes, because the light was so funny. But we thought we saw a giant standing behind Tonia. He was covered with paint, and he was as tall as the roof. He hadn"t any clothes on, so he couldn"t have been there really, but it looked as if his spout was swaying like an elephant"s trunk reaching up. But it must have been just the light, because he hadn"t got a face, only paint, and he looked like those cut-out photographs they put in shop windows. Anyway, when we screamed Tonia looked round and saw we were nowhere near her. She looked as if she could have hit us. And when we looked again there wasn"t any giant, only the man back on the wall.

"He wanted you," Tonia said. "You should have gone to him." "No thank you," June said. "And if we get into trouble at home I"ll batter you." Then we ran home, but they didn"t ask me anything, because they"d heard my father had to be on strike again.

Next day Tonia wouldn"t speak to us. We heard her telling someone else that she knew something they didn"t, so we told them that she only wanted you to take your knickers down. Then she wanted to walk home with us. "He"s angry because you ran away," she said. "He wanted a sacrifice." June wouldn"t let her, but I said "You can walk on the other side of the road if you want, but we won"t talk to you." So she did, and she was crying and I felt a bit mean, but June wouldn"t let me go over.

Sat.u.r.day was horrible, because my parents had a row about the strike, and Jim started crying and they both shouted at him and had another row, and he was sick all down the stairs, so I cleaned it up. Then there wasn"t any disinfectant, and my mother said my father never bought anything we needed, and he said I wasn"t the maid to do all the dirty jobs. So I went upstairs and had a cry, then I played with Jim in our room, and it was just getting dark when I saw June coming down our road with her mother.

I thought they might have found out where we"d been last night, but it wasn"t that. June"s mother wanted her to stay with us, because her big sister had been attacked in the underpa.s.s and she didn"t want June upset. So Jim slept with my parents and they had to be friends again, and June and I talked in bed until we fell asleep. June"s big sister had just been walking through the underpa.s.s when a man grabbed her from behind. "Did he rape her?" I said. "He must have. Do you think it hurts?" June said. "It can"t hurt much or people wouldn"t do it," I said.

On Sunday June went home again, because her big sister had gone to hospital. I heard my parents talking about it when I was in the kitchen. "It"s most peculiar," my mother said. "The doctor said she hadn"t been touched." "I wouldn"t have thought people needed to imagine that sort of thing these days at her age," my father said. I don"t know what he meant.

On Monday Mrs Chandler said we weren"t to go in the underpa.s.s again until she said. Tonia said we couldn"t get hurt in the daytime, with the police station just up the road. But Mrs Chandler said she"d spank us herself if she heard we"d been down, and you could tell she wasn"t joking.

At dinnertime there were policemen in the underpa.s.s. We went to the top to listen. The traffic was noisy, so we couldn"t hear everything they said, but we heard one shout "Bring me an envelope. There"s something caught on the drain." And another one said "Drugs, by the look of it." Then Tonia started coughing and we all had to run away before they caught us. I think she did it on purpose. When I went home I had to go to the greengrocer"s. So I pretended I was waiting for someone by the underpa.s.s, because I saw a policeman going down. He must have gone to tell the one who was watching, because I heard him say "You won"t believe this. They weren"t drugs at all. They were hearts." "Hearts?" said the other one. "Yes, of some kind of small animal," he said. "Two of them. I"m wondering how they tie in with those mice in the bin up there. They"d been mutilated, if you remember. But there ought to be two more hearts. They couldn"t have gone down the drain because it"s been clogged for weeks." "I"ll tell you something else," the other one said. "I don"t think that"s red paint on this light." I didn"t want to hear anymore, so I turned round to go, and I saw Tonia listening at the other end. Then she saw me and ran away.

So I know who took the mice out of the cla.s.sroom, and I think I know why she looked as if she"d been sick that night, but I don"t want to speak to her to find out. I wish I could tell Mrs Chandler about it, but we promised not to tell about the underpa.s.s, and June would be terribly upset if she knew about the mice. Her big sister is home again now, but she won"t go out at night, and she keeps shivering. I suppose Tonia might leave it alone now, because it"s nearly the holidays. Only I heard her talking the other day in the playground. She might just have been boasting, because she looked all proud of herself, and she looked at the policeman at the top of the underpa.s.s as if she wished he"d go away, and she said "Pop a cat a petal did it to me too."

Rising Generation (1975).

As they approached the cave beneath the castle some of the children began to play at zombies, hobbling stiffly, arms outstretched. Heather Fry frowned. If they knew the stories about the place, despite her efforts to make sure they didn"t, she hoped they wouldn"t frighten the others. She hadn"t wanted to come at all; it had been Miss Sharp"s idea, and she"d been teaching decades longer than Heather, so of course she had her way. The children were still plodding inexorably toward their victims. Then Joanne said "You"re only being like those men in that film last night." Heather smiled with relief. "Keep together and wait for me," she said.

She glanced up at the castle, set atop the hill like a crown, snapped and bent and discovered by time. Overhead sailed a pale blue sky, only a wake of thin foamy clouds on the horizon betraying any movement. Against the sky, just below the castle, Heather saw three figures toiling upward. Odd, she thought, the school had been told the castle was forbidden to visitors because of the danger of falling stone, which was why they"d had to make do with the cave. Still, she was glad she hadn"t had to coax her cla.s.s all the way up there. The three were moving slowly and clumsily, no doubt exhausted by their climb, and even from where Heather stood their faces looked exceptionally pale.

She had to knock several times on the door of the guide"s hut before he emerged. Looking in beyond him, Heather wondered what had taken his time. Not tidying the hut, certainly, because the desk looked blitzed, scattered and overflowing with forms and even an upset ink-bottle, fortunately stoppered. She looked at the guide and her opinion sank further. Clearly he didn"t believe in shaving or cutting his nails, and he was pale enough to have been born in a cave, she thought. He didn"t even bother to turn to her; he stared at the children lined up at the cave entrance, though by his lack of expression he might as well have been blind. "I"d rather you didn"t say anything about the legend," she said.

His stare swivelled to her and held for so long she felt it making a fool of her. "You know what I mean," she said, determined to show him she did too. "The stories about the castle. About how the baron was supposed to keep zombies in the cave to work for him, until someone killed him and walled them up. I know it"s only a story but not for the children, please."

When he"d finished staring at her he walked toward the cave, his hands dangling on his long arms and almost brushing his knees. At least he won"t interrupt, she thought. I wonder how much he"s paid and for what? There was even a propped-up boot poking out from beneath the desk.

As she reached the near end of the line of children he was trudging into the cave. Daylight slipped from his back and he merged with the enormous darkness, then the walls closed about him as his torch awakened them. Heather switched on her own torch. "Stay with your partner," she called, paragraphing with her fingers. "Stay in the light. And don"t lag."

The children, fourteen pairs of them, were hurrying after the guide"s light. The cave was wide at the entrance but swiftly narrowed as it curved, and when Heather glanced back a minute later, lips of darkness had closed behind them. As the guide"s torch wavered the corrugations of the walls rippled like the soft gulping flesh of a throat. The children were glancing about uneasily like young wild animals, worried by the dark sly shifting they glimpsed at the edge of their vision. Heather steadied her beam about them, and the thousands of tons of stone above their heads closed down.

Not that it was easy to steady the beam. In the cave he"d picked up speed considerably, and she and the children had to hurry so as not to be left behind. Maybe he feels at home, she thought angrily. "Will you slow down, please," she called and heard Debbie at the front of the line say "Miss Fry says you"ve got to slow down."

The guide"s light caught a wide flat slab of roof that looked as if it were sagging. Scattered earth crunched softly beneath Heather"s feet. About now, she was sure, they would be heading up and out the other side of the hill. Joanne, who hadn"t let Debbie convince her as a zombie, and Debbie squeezed back to Heather along the contracting pa.s.sage. "I don"t like that man," Joanne said. "He"s dirty."

"What do you mean?" Heather said, sounding too worried. But Joanne said, "He"s got earth in his ears."

"Will you hold our hands if we"re frightened?" Debbie said.

"Now I can"t hold everyone"s hand, can I?" Earth slid from beneath Heather"s feet. Odd, she thought: must come from the guide"s ears and beneath his nails, and began to giggle, shaking her head when they asked why. He was still forcing them to hurry, but she was beginning to be glad that at least they wouldn"t have to depend on him much longer. "If you think of questions don"t ask them yet," she called. "Wait until we"re outside."

"I wish we didn"t have to come underground," Joanne said.

Then you should have said before, Heather thought. "You"ll be able to look for things in the field later," she said. And at least you haven"t had Miss Sharp herding you as well as her own cla.s.s. If they hadn"t come on ahead they would have had to suffer her running their picnic.

"But why do we have to come down when it"s nice? Sharon didn"t have to."

"It"ll still be nice this afternoon. Sharon can"t go into places that are closed in, just as you don"t like high places. So you see, you"re lucky today."

"I don"t feel lucky," Joanne said.

The ridges of the walls were still swaying gently, like the leaves of a submarine plant, and now one reached out and tugged at Heather"s sleeve. She flinched away, then saw that it was a splintered plank, several of which were propped against the wall, looking as if they"d once been fastened together. Ahead the cave forked, and the children were following the shrinking rim of light into the left-hand pa.s.sage, which was so low that they had to stoop. "Go on, you"re all right," she told Debbie, who was hesitating. Stupid man, she raged.

It was tighter than she"d thought. She had to hold one arm straight out in front of her so that the light urged the children on, leaving herself surrounded by darkness that coldly pressed her shoulders down when she tried to see ahead. If this pa.s.sage had been fenced off, as she suspected, she was sorry it had been re-opened. The children"s ridged shadows rippled like caterpillars. Suddenly Debbie halted. "There"s someone else in here," she said.

"Well?" Joanne said. "It"s not your cave."

Now all the children had gone quiet, and Heather could hear it too: the footsteps of several people tramping forward from deeper within the cave. Each step was followed by a scattering sound like brief dry rain. "Men working in the caves," she called, waiting for someone to ask what the dry sound was so that she could say they were carrying earth. Don"t ask why, she thought. Something to do with the castle, perhaps with the men she"d seen on the hill. But the footsteps had stopped.

When she straightened up at last the darkness clenched on her head: she had to steady herself against the wall. Her vertigo gradually steadied, and she peered ahead. The children had caught up with the guide, who was silhouetted against a gaping tunnel of bright pale stone. As she started toward him he pulled something from his pocket and hurled it beyond her.

Debbie made to retrieve it. "It"s all right," Heather said, and ushered the pair of them with her light toward the other children. Then, cursing his rudeness, she turned the beam on what she a.s.sumed he"d thrown her to catch. She peered closer, but it was exactly what it seemed: a packed lump of earth. Right, she thought, if I can lose you your job, you"re out of work now.

She advanced on him. He was standing in the mouth of a side tunnel, staring back at her and pointing his torch deeper into the main pa.s.sage. The children were hurrying past him into the hard tube of light. She was nearly upon him when he plodded out of the side tunnel, and she saw that the children were heading for a jagged opening at the limit of the beam, surrounded by exploded stone sprinkled with earth. She"d opened her mouth to call them back when his hand gripped her face and crushed her lips, forcing her back into the side tunnel.

His cold hand smelled thickly of earth. His arm was so long that her nails flailed inches short of his face. "Where"s Miss Fry?" Debbie called, and he pointed ahead with his torch. Then he pushed Heather further into the cave, though she hacked at his shins. All at once she remembered that the boot beneath the desk had been propped on its toe: there might have been a leg beyond it.

Then the children screamed; one chorus of panic, then silence. Heather"s teeth closed in the flesh of his hand, but he continued to shove her back into the cave. She saw her torch gazing up at the roof of the main pa.s.sage, retreating. His own torch drooped in his hand, and its light drew the walls to leap and struggle, imitating her.

Now he was forcing her toward the cave floor. She caught sight of a mound of earth into which he began to press her head, as if for baptism. She fought upward, teeth grinding in his flesh, and saw figures groping past her upturned torch. They were the children.

She let herself go limp at once, and managed to twist out of the way as he fell. But he kept hold of her until she succeeded in bringing her foot forward and grinding his face beneath her heel like a great pale insect. He still made no vocal sound. Then she fled staggering to her torch, grabbed it and ran. The stone wrinkles of the low roof seemed more hindering, as if now she were battling a current. Before she was free of the roof she heard him crawling in the darkness at her heels, like a worm.

When the children appeared at the end of her swaying tunnel of light she gave a wordless cry of relief. She could feel nothing but relief that they were covered with dirt: they"d been playing. They still were just short of the border of daylight, and they"d even persuaded Joanne to be a zombie. "Quickly," Heather gasped. "Run to Miss Sharp"s cla.s.s." But they continued playing, turning stiffly toward her, arms groping. Then, as she saw the earth trickling from their mouths and noses, she knew they weren"t playing at all.

Dolls (1976).

Cold as the February wind, the full moon blazed over the fields. Anne Norton heard the wind ruffle the wheat a moment before it plucked at her naked body. She shivered, but not from the cold, which hardly touched her. Already the power was coursing through her; already the belladonna and the aconite were shivering through her genitals and her legs. She ran behind her husband John through the gate in their stone wall.

Once out of the garden she glanced back at the cottages of Camside. Some were empty, she knew, and so was the Cooper farmhouse at the edge of the village. The rest were dark and sleeping, without the faintest gleam of a rush-light. Across the common, the high voice of a sheep joined her in derisive mirth. Ahead of her, John had reached the edge of the wood. Shadows streamed down his naked back.

The wood was quiet, m.u.f.fled. Only the Cambrook stream gossiped incessantly in the darkness. The others must already be waiting at the meeting place. Now the ointment seemed to pour hotly down her legs. She ran more swiftly, gliding through splashes of moonlight, as the trees began to toss in their sleep. The wind stroked her genitals, which gulped eagerly.

She plunged into the Cambrook, shattering the agitated ropes of moonlight. Beneath her feet pebbles gnashed shrilly, with a hard yet liquid sound. When she reached the bank she looked back sharply, for she"d heard the stream stir with more life than belonged to water. But the water was flowing innocently by.

As if the gnashing of the pebbles had been the earth"s last s.n.a.t.c.h at her she felt herself leave the ground. She saw the luminous ground race by beneath the skimming blur of her feet. Ranks of trees danced beside her, huge and slow but increasingly wild, branches about one another"s shoulders. She felt all the strength and abandon of the trees flood through her.

In a moment, or perhaps an hour-for the wood seemed to have swelled like fire, to cover the whole countryside-she had reached the glade.

Everyone was there. The four Coopers were standing in a row at the edge of the glade, waiting impatiently, restless as the trees. Elizabeth Cooper glared at Anne with open hostility. Anne grimaced at her; she knew it was John at whom the old woman wanted to glare, jealous of his power. The Coopers had preserved the witchcraft for so long alone that now they were unwilling to allow power to anyone else. But they dared not oppose John. Giddy with borrowed power and borne up by the fierce ointment, Anne strode into the glade, feeling her feet sink to earth.

John had been halted by Robert Allen. The man"s eyes were rolling out of focus, so that he seemed to address someone behind John"s shoulder. "Celia Poole called my Nell a witch," he said. "She meant it as a joke, till she saw how Nell looked. She thinks slowly, but she"ll come to the truth."

John nodded. He seemed to withdraw from his eyes, sinking down to a secret center of himself, leaving his eyes glazed by moonlight. Watching, Anne flinched away. Though his power sustained her, it was unthinkably terrifying; it was something she dared not ponder, just as her wedding night had been. "Celia Poole," he said. "By the time she is sure, she will be unable to tell."

Adam Cooper stepped forward, defiantly impatient, almost interrupting. "Introibo," he shouted.

At once Elizabeth Cooper began to chant. It was in no language Anne knew, she wasn"t sure it was even composed of words: a howling and yodeling, a clogged gurgle. Sometimes sounds were repeated monotonously, sometimes Anne recognized no sound that she"d heard from the previous meeting. She suspected the old woman of making up the chant. None of this mattered, for the Coopers had linked arms and were dancing wildly around the glade, the outermost dragging the bystanders into the dance as they pa.s.sed.

Anne was s.n.a.t.c.hed away by Adam, almost overbalancing. John had been caught by Jane Cooper, scarcely fifteen but already plumply rounded. Anne felt a hot pang of jealousy. But now that John had joined the dance they were whirling faster, spinning her away from her jealousy, from everything but the linked circle of thirteen turning about the axis of the center of the glade, whizzing above the ground.

Clouds shrank back from the moon; light washed over the glade, and the shadows of the capering trees grasped at the earth. Anne felt her husband"s power surging through the circle, lifting her free of the ground. When she opened her mouth the chant spilled out, incomprehensible yet exhilarating. Beside her Adam"s p.e.n.i.s reared up, unsheathing its tip, enticing her gaze.

Suddenly the dance had spun her out of the circle; she rolled panting over the damp gra.s.s. The circle was breaking up, and Adam ran to the edge of the glade, where he"d hidden a basket. From the basket he produced a black hen, which he decapitated, squeezing the body between his thighs to pump the gory fountain higher. "Corpus domini nostri," he shouted, elevating the head towards the moon.

He"d changed the ritual again, Anne realized; last time they"d eaten fish which he"d consecrated, and the time before there had been biscuits like flattened communion wafers. All the Coopers" magic changed from month to month, largely because of Elizabeth"s failing memory. In this case it didn"t matter, for the meaning of the ritual remained the same. "Amen!" Anne cried with the rest as they lay on the ground, hearts pounding. That would show Parson Jenner how frightened she was of him.

"Amen!" they shouted. "Domini nostri! Domini nostri!" And nodding to Robert Allen, John rose to his feet and left the glade.

The twelve fell silent. The moon hung still and clear. Even the trees were subdued, like uneasy spectators holding their breath. Their shadows wavered to stillness, as if the frightened antic.i.p.ation of the twelve had gripped them fast. Anne"s heart scurried as time paced, slow, slower.

Before John returned his power had filled the glade, cold and inhuman as the moonlight. n.o.body looked at his face. Everyone gazed at his hands, where all his power was focused. His hands displayed a knife and a faceless wooden doll.

Robert Allen refused to take the doll at first. He gazed at it, and at the immobile moon-bright hand that held it out to him, with something like dread. Not until Nell gestured furiously at him did he clutch the doll, closing his eyes and squeezing his face tight about a silent curse.

As soon as Robert handed back the doll, John slashed at its head half-a-dozen times with the knife. His movements seemed casual, negligent, practically aimless. But now there was a face on the doll: low brow, long blunt nose, high cheekbones and wide mouth: Celia Poole"s face.

Though she had watched him carving before he had turned to witchcraft, Anne was terrified. His carving had the economy and skill of pure hatred. That, and more: carving, he became a total stranger-not the man who had courted her, not the man she"d lain coldly beneath on their wedding night, not the man their marriage had made of him. When he strode away into the trees, gazing at the doll, she felt exhausted with relief. Even had he not forbidden them to watch his curse, she could never have followed.

John was hardly out of the glade when Elizabeth Cooper seized Robert Allen. She slid down his belly and thrust her head hungrily between his legs. To Anne it looked as if a gray hairy spider had fastened itself beneath Robert"s belly and was plucking at its web. His entire body strained back like a bow from the arrow of his genitals. His face glowed coldly with moonlight as his mouth gaped wider, wider.