Devil's Rock Part 8

Chapter 8.

Jenna gave one loud bark as Zaki entered the shed with a.n.u.sha close behind him. The old dog heaved herself up from her place under the side workbench and, tail wagging, came to greet them. She accepted a quick scruffing of her fur and a 'h.e.l.lo, Jenna' from Zaki before pushing around him to inspect a.n.u.sha.

'Where did you spring from?' demanded Grandad, looking up from sweeping the shed floor. 'And who's this pretty little maid?' as his eyes fell on a.n.u.sha, who was now kneeling among the wood shavings, scratching Jenna under the collar.

'This is a.n.u.sha, Grandad. I was teaching her to row.'

'h.e.l.lo, Mr Luxton,' said a.n.u.sha.

'You'll be all over dust and shavin's if you crawl around there, my love.'

'I don't mind,' smiled a.n.u.sha, hopping up and dusting herself off.

'Learnin' to row, eh?'

'Yes,' said a.n.u.sha, 'but it was getting late, so we had to give up. Wow! This is so beautiful! I didn't know boats were built like this.' She walked around the part-built boat, examining it inside and out.

'Not many are any more,' grunted Grandad.

Zaki could see that half the planks of the rowing boat's hull were now in place. It was a slow process, particularly if you worked on your own. Each plank had to be offered up to the one before, marked, then shaped by hand and finally fixed in place. For the hull to be watertight, the fit had to be perfect.

'We left the dinghy by the slip. Hope that's OK,' said Zaki. 'I'll take her back out to Morveren Morveren on the weekend.' on the weekend.'

'Shouldn't be too much in the way. Your parents know where you are?'

'Dad won't be home yet,' said Zaki.

'I probably ought to phone my mum,' said a.n.u.sha.

'Probably you ought to,' said Grandad. 'You can call her from the house.'

They filed out of the shed and waited with Jenna while Grandad locked up. Jenna sniffed hopefully at the carrier bag containing the logbook that Zaki had 'borrowed' from Curlew Curlew but, having ascertained that it contained nothing edible, she lost interest. but, having ascertained that it contained nothing edible, she lost interest.

'What you got in the bag?' enquired Grandad.

'School project,' said a.n.u.sha quickly, to cover Zaki's hesitation.

'Has that cat been back?' asked Zaki.

'Not since your last visit.'

Grandad led the way across the narrow lane and up the steep flight of steps to the cottage overlooking Batsford Creek where four generations of Luxtons, including Zaki's father, had been born and raised. Little ever changed in Grandad's house. The green oilcloth that covered the kitchen table was the same green oilcloth that Zaki could remember covering the table when he was little more than a toddler. The same chipped mugs and jugs hung from hooks, the same pictures of ships under sail hung on the walls. But, although the range was still always alight, some of the cosy warmth seemed to have left the kitchen since Zaki's grandma had died two years earlier, and the smells of cooking and baking had slowly faded, to be replaced by the workshop smells carried in by Grandad.

Jenna pushed between their legs, crossed the kitchen and threw herself down in her favourite spot with her back against the stove.

Zaki remembered the day his grandmother died. He had raced up the steps to the cottage ahead of his mother and father, eager as ever to see his grandparents. His grandmother had been ill for some time and they were visiting regularly. His grandad was sitting at the kitchen table, an unusual place for him during the day. 'How's Grandma?' Zaki had asked. His grandfather looked up and there was an emptiness in his eyes that Zaki had never seen, like a grey empty sea under a winter sky. 'We're just waitin' for the tide to go out. She's a fisherman's daughter, she'll go with the tide' his grandad said quietly. His grandmother died at low tide that evening.

'Telephone's by here. Help yourself,' Grandad said to a.n.u.sha. ''Spect you children'll be hungry if you've been rowin' all afternoon. Have a rummage in the larder, Zaki. See if you can find some eggs. I'll get a bit of tea and toast goin'.'

It was agreed that after tea Grandad would run them back into Kingsbridge. Soon the three of them were sitting around the kitchen table eating fried eggs on thick slices of b.u.t.tered toast. With the first mouthful Zaki realised he was starving and, judging by the quiet concentration with which a.n.u.sha was attacking her food, he guessed she was just as hungry.

'Grandad,' began Zaki, through egg and toast, 'do you have a chart of the Orme?'

'Should do. Why d'you ask?'

'Is there deep water anywhere in the Orme, apart from Dragon Pool?'

'Not in the river, but in one o' them creeks there's a bit of a pool by an old lime kiln. They must have dredged it once upon a time.'

'Can you show me?'

'Finish up your tea an' I'll fetch the chart down.'

When they had finished eating, Zaki cleared the table and Grandad spread out the chart.

'Look here,' Grandad said, tapping a callused finger on the chart.

'Stapleton's Creek,' read Zaki. 'Stapleton that was the name of the landowner, wasn't it?'

'That's right. Owned the land right down to the sea. There's the lime kiln, and see? Deep water right by it. Makes sense they would 'ave had to bring quite big boats in there with lime for the kiln.'

'What was the lime for?' asked a.n.u.sha.

'Well they made quick lime, didn't they to put on the fields stopped the soil gettin' too acid. Of course, they say, Stapleton had another purpose.'

'What purpose?' asked Zaki.

'I told you about the wreckers burying the bodies in Stapleton's fields? Well, they say they buried 'em in quick lime. Helped 'em to rot down, you see.'

'Urgh! Yuck!' declared a.n.u.sha in disgust. 'Whose bodies are you talking about?'

'I'll explain later.' Zaki studied the chart; it looked quite old. 'Are these depths fathoms or metres?'

'Metres,' said Grandad.

Not too old, then. But he remembered how the sandbanks moved around in the Orme; the depths would certainly have changed since the chart was drawn. In the pool by the lime kiln there was a depth of three metres marked close in-sh.o.r.e. So a boat could lie in there and stay afloat even at low tide. The mouth of the creek was blocked by a mudbank that a boat would only be able to cross when the tide was high. No wonder he and Michael had never bothered with this creek, seen where it met the river, it would appear to be just a muddy little backwater.

'You can't see the lime kiln from the main river, can you, Grandad?'

'No. It's all overgrown for one thing, and for another, Stapleton's Creek tucks around behind that hill.' He tapped the chart again.

'What's all this about, boy?' Grandad looked quizzically at Zaki.

'Have you seen the little Falmouth workboat anch.o.r.ed by the town moorings?'

'I've seen 'er. Pretty little craft.'

'How deep do you think her keel is?'

'Not much. Those boats was made for workin' in shallow water not more 'n a metre.'

'So she could get up that creek at high tide?'

'Easy.'

'And she could lie there and n.o.body would see her?'

'Reckon she could.'

'I can see you've got the wind in your sails, boy, but I wonder if you know where you're headin'.' Grandad straightened his back and poured himself another mug of tea.

'That's the bit we call Dragon Pool,' said Zaki, showing a.n.u.sha where they usually anch.o.r.ed. 'When we were last there, Curlew Curlew could have been in the creek and we would never have known.' a.n.u.sha gave a little nod to show she understood the significance of this information. could have been in the creek and we would never have known.' a.n.u.sha gave a little nod to show she understood the significance of this information.

Zaki turned back to Grandad. 'The ruined cottage . . .'

'What of it?'

'You said a woman was living there.'

'Years ago.'

'What was she like? Did you ever get a good look at her?'

'I told you before, she never spoke to n.o.body.'

Zaki could tell by the closed look on his grandfather's face and by the tone of voice that he had no wish to continue this conversation but Zaki was determined to press on. There was something his grandfather was keeping from him. Of course, it made no sense to connect that woman who lived in the cottage years ago and the girl, except . . . except . . .

'Was she young? Old?'

'Young,' conceded Grandad grudgingly. 'Pretty, some said.'

'So you knew people who saw her?'

'Oh ay knew. An' little good it did them.'

'What happened?' It was a.n.u.sha who asked, her eyes alight with curiosity. Grandad placed his mug of tea on the table. He drew out a chair and sat facing Zaki and a.n.u.sha. He looked sternly from one to the other.

'There was a Plymouth boat Silver Harvest Silver Harvest, she was called belonged to three brothers. Hard men heavy drinkers, and out for whatever they could get. Well, everybody knew the story of Maunder and Stapleton and there was always talk of lost treasure, but no one never found it. Now these three brothers got it into their heads that the treasure must be hid in the old cottage. Happen one day there was a number o' boats in the Orme waitin' for a bit o' weather to blow over Silver Harvest Silver Harvest among 'em. The three brothers decided to go treasure huntin'. They climbed up to the cottage with pickaxes and shovels and the like and began tearing the place to pieces. The woman of the cottage surprised them at it and ordered them to stop, but they just laughed in her face and kept right on at it.' among 'em. The three brothers decided to go treasure huntin'. They climbed up to the cottage with pickaxes and shovels and the like and began tearing the place to pieces. The woman of the cottage surprised them at it and ordered them to stop, but they just laughed in her face and kept right on at it.'

Grandad gave a little shake of his head and took a sip of tea.

'That's awful,' said a.n.u.sha.

Grandad stared hard into his mug and when he looked up there was something like fear in his eyes. 'Then,' he continued, 'they said she cursed them.'

'Did they find anything?' asked Zaki.

'Of course not. Why would a woman live on her own in a tumbledown cottage if she had a pile of treasure?'

'But what did they say about her, about the woman, what she was like?' asked Zaki.

'Young, no more than a girl, they said, but wild. And they weren't going to let some wild girl stand between them and the treasure. Next time they'd make sure she didn't catch 'em.'

'And?'

'There was no next time. They was all killed.'

'Killed?' gasped a.n.u.sha. 'How?'

'Different ways. One at a time.'

Zaki glanced at a.n.u.sha, who was staring, wide-eyed, at Grandad.

'The oldest brother went first. They was liftin' crab pots and he was haulin' in the line when somethin' gave the rope an almighty tug and he was pulled clean out of the boat. Before the others could grab a hold of him he was dragged underwater. When he bobbed up again he was dead drowned.'

Grandad twisted his mug on the table.

'Middle brother was next. Everyone knew he was fond of oysters an' someone left him a present of a couple of dozen on the Silver Harvest Silver Harvest. Must've been poisoned. At any rate the oysters was blamed when he took sick. Never recovered, though it took him six days to die.'

'And the youngest?' asked Zaki.

'Well, stands to reason no one'd go fishing with him. Went off on his own one day and was never seen again. They found the Silver Harvest Silver Harvest; she was driftin' two miles off the mouth of the Orme.'

'They could all have been accidents,' protested Zaki.

'Could've been,' grunted Grandad.

'What happened to the woman?' asked a.n.u.sha softly.

'No one ever bothered her again. We saw her from time to time, standin' or sittin' at the top of the cliff, lookin' out to sea. Like her was waitin' for someone who never came home.'

Zaki looked down at the chart. There it was 'Ruin (Conspic)' Conspicuous. The cottage was on the chart because it was a conspicuous landmark. She wasn't hiding; she chose to live alone but somewhere conspicuous. And yet, no one really knew anything about her. And did his grandad really believe that she could curse people, cast spells? This was not the same person, Zaki reminded himself. If she were still alive now, she'd be an old woman, not a young girl. But there had to be a connection didn't there?

'Do you think she ever had children?' asked Zaki.

'I told you, she lived on her own.'

'No one lives there now, do they?'

'Cottage was abandoned long ago.'

Grandad gathered the mugs and made a great clattering as he began to wash them with the plates in the sink. a.n.u.sha hopped off her chair and stood by with a tea towel.

Zaki thought about their many visits to Dragon Pool. Had he ever seen movement up by the cottage? He didn't think so, but then you only saw the cottage as you were entering the bay. They'd never climbed up there.