The Spook's Nightmare Part 18

But the battle wasn't over yet. Adriana was dead, but her final cry hadn't merely been one of pain and shock; it had been a command. Fresh raucous caws sounded overhead, and I saw a large flock of circling seagulls the fierce aggressive birds that Alice had once called 'rats with wings'.

Suddenly they swooped towards the witch, their harsh piercing screams filling the air. Bony Lizzie waved her arms to scare them off, whirling them about like a windmill in a gale. Perhaps she'd exhausted her power, or maybe there were just too many of them and she never had time to gather herself to with-stand the attack. The gulls dived straight for her, eager talons outstretched. Soon all I could see was birds, a chaotic turmoil of beating wings and stabbing beaks.

For a moment I glimpsed Lizzie's head again. Her hands covered her face and blood ran down between her fingers. She staggered towards the cliff edge, leaning back at an impossible angle. Her eyes were black sockets in the moonlight, her mouth wide open in a scream, the sound lost amongst the shrieking of the birds. The seagulls obscured her again; when they soared upwards, she was gone.

I ran to the cliff and peered down. For a moment her broken body was visible below. Then a big wave engulfed her, its ebb dragging her into the sea's salty embrace. The bone witch was no more.

'Well, that's the end of her, lad,' the Spook said, walking up to stand beside me. 'If she's not dead already, that salty sea will kill her quickly. Then she'll be food for the fishes. They'll eat the heart and everything. She won't be coming back.'

'Poor Adriana and Simon have gone as well,' I said sadly. I could see no trace of their bodies on the rocks below. The sea had taken them too.

My master nodded. 'Aye, that was a bad business, lad but that girl helped to save our lives. She was a witch all right no doubt about it!'

'But what kind of witch was she?' I asked. 'She didn't use blood or bone magic and didn't have a familiar.'

'She was something new to me, lad. I've certainly never met her like before. Maybe she simply had a special ability, one that can't be learned and pa.s.sed on to others.'

'Adriana was a benign witch,' I insisted.

My master didn't reply. I knew he didn't agree. Adriana had used some kind of magic to kill. To his way of thinking, the fact that she'd killed Lizzie, a malevolent witch, was irrelevant. She had still employed the dark.

I heard a noise behind us, and turned to see Alice limping along. The Spook looked at us in turn. 'What Lizzie said about you selling your soul and employing a blood jar ... please set my mind at ease and tell me she was lying,' he said quietly.

'I can't,' I said, bowing my head. 'It's true. I owe the Fiend my soul. Alice made a blood jar, and that's the only thing keeping him away. That's why I couldn't leave her behind. If I do, the Fiend will claim her in revenge for saving me.'

'Why did you give him your soul?' he asked, frowning at me. 'What sort of a fool would sell his soul to the Fiend?'

'I did it at Meteora, in Greece. It's a long story, but without that we'd all be dead now, and the whole world not just the County would be at risk ...'

The Spook sighed; it was a sound filled with sadness and a hint of despair. 'We'll find somewhere to rest,' he said quietly. 'I'm weary. We'll talk in the morning.'

His head bowed, he turned and began to walk away, heading back towards the mill, where we needed to collect our bags. Once he had his back to us, Alice put her hand in the pocket of her skirt and drew out some objects, flinging them over the cliff and into the sea. They gleamed silver in the moonlight as they fell, the same colour as the tears that glistened in her eyes.

They were the thumb-bones of the shaman.

Luckily we quickly stumbled upon the ruin of a cottage. There were just three walls standing, and no roof, but it provided some shelter, and fortunately it didn't rain again, so we settled down there for the rest of the night.

We awoke at dawn, cold and stiff, and the Spook set about building a fire while I went off to catch rabbits for our breakfast. I only managed to get one, which I skinned and gutted before Alice cooked it. There wasn't really enough to go round but it took the edge off my hunger.

As we ate, it began to drizzle, and dark clouds gathered from the west. There was worse weather to come.

At last there came the full reckoning.

'Right, it's time to talk!' commanded the Spook. 'Don't leave anything out. I want to know everything. I don't care how bad it is, I want to know it all. Let's start with you, girl. Tell me about the blood jar. Did you fashion it?'

Alice nodded.

'Am I right in thinking you've put your own blood in it the blood of a daughter of the Fiend and the blood of my apprentice, Tom?'

Alice nodded again and bowed her head.

'Well, lad, I'm finding this hard to believe. You actually gave your own blood for the purposes of a dark magic spell?'

'No!' Alice cried defiantly. 'Ain't true, that. Tom was unconscious when I took it. Back in Greece, there was a rock-fall in a cave. Knocked out, he was, so I took three drops of his blood and added them to mine in the jar. Tom didn't even know about it. It was only later, when the Fiend came for him, that I pushed it into his hand. After that Tom had to keep it on him to stop the Fiend coming back and dragging him off to the dark. I have to stay close to Tom as well, else he'll take his revenge on me!'

'So tell me what you got for your soul,' the Spook asked.

I explained how the Fiend had given me three things: the location of our terrible enemy, the Ordeen; a delay of one hour before she awoke; and, finally, the lives of him and Alice, who were facing imminent death.

'Not only that, he showed me the future,' I said. 'Thousands would have been ma.s.sacred that day men, women and children. Had the Ordeen won, the County would have been the next place to be destroyed. In the past I've resisted the temptations of the dark even when the lives of my own family were at risk. This time it was the County in danger. And you've always taught me that we protect it, and that our first duty is to the County and its people. So in the end that's why I did it. Not for Alice, not for you for the County. It seemed worth my soul at the time.'

'Show me,' the Spook said quietly.

I reached into my breeches pocket and pulled out the small jar. I held it in my open palm so that he could see it properly.

'Give it to me,' my master ordered.

'It's dangerous even to let it out of my possession-'

'Hand it over, lad!' he commanded angrily, raising his voice.

Nervously I did as he asked. He peered at it closely, and for a moment his fingers gripped the stopper. One twist and it would be open, and he could pour away the drops of blood. My heart was in my mouth.

'What if I were to smash this now, or drain it of its contents?' he asked me. 'Could the girl make another?'

'Ain't possible to make another to save Tom,' said Alice. 'You can only use a spell like that once.'

'And it would be the end of me and Alice,' I added. 'The Fiend would come for us. We'd be dead and our souls dragged off to the dark. You too probably he wouldn't spare the life of a spook.'

'Don't try to scare me, lad. I'll do what's right, whatever the cost.'

'I wasn't trying to scare you. Just telling you how things are. I've thought about it a lot,' I retorted.

'Would he come right away?' asked the Spook, looking thoughtful. 'Tell me that, girl. You made it, so you should know. I've never encountered this type of jar before.'

'Could be here in the blink of an eye,' Alice told him.

'What a miserable existence you've got ahead of you,' said the Spook, shaking his head. 'Living in fear with just this little jar standing between you and a terrible fate. Then, when you die, which is inevitable, the Fiend will be waiting for you. He'll collect your soul the minute you draw your last breath.'

'Not if Tom manages to bind or destroy him first-'

'And how on earth is he going to manage that?' demanded the Spook.

Alice shrugged. 'Tom's mam believed he would do it one day-'

'Did she ever say how it could be done?'

'Perhaps the secret is buried amongst her papers and notebooks in Malkin Tower,' I suggested.

'Well, lad, that might be so, but the last time I was there I found nothing like that. And Malkin Tower is a long way from here, across the sea and now behind enemy lines. I can't help thinking that if your mam really had known how to bind or destroy the Fiend, she'd have told you before we went to Greece. After all, as her letters told us, she thought she'd have to sacrifice her own life to defeat her enemy. No, I think she hoped that you might discover a way to do it yourself.'

There was a long silence, and I thought about what I'd seen within myself: maybe that would help me to find a way ...

Then Alice spoke up. 'I can think of someone who might know someone who's thought about it long and hard: Grimalkin ...'

'The witch a.s.sa.s.sin?' My master scratched at his beard in irritation. 'It just gets worse!'

'She once told me how much she hates the Fiend. She said she thought he could be bound with silver spears,' Alice went on.

'What? Bound in a pit?'

'He'd be impaled on the spears,' she explained. 'Then maybe you could bury him beneath a stone like you do with boggarts. Wouldn't that work?'

'Maybe, girl. When a daemon such as a buggane or the Bane takes material form and you pierce its heart, it's usually destroyed. I can't see that being enough to finish off the Fiend he's much too powerful. In any case, where would we get silver-alloy spears from?' asked the Spook, shaking his head.

'Grimalkin would make them. She's a skilled black-smith. We should send for her; bring her here.'

'You'd use a mirror, no doubt,' said the Spook, his face grim. 'More dark magic ...'

'What's done is done,' Alice snapped, 'but the main thing is to keep Tom safe. And Grimalkin's resourceful. War or no war, she would find a way to get here.'

'I need time to think this through,' said the Spook, handing the jar back to me. 'Get out of my sight for a while both of you!'

I nodded and we wandered slowly off into the trees, Alice still limping badly. I was relieved to have the blood jar back in my pocket. For a long time Alice was silent, her lips pressed tightly together, her face a mask. Then she began to cry, great sobs racking her body. I put my arms around her, offering comfort as best I could.

'Ain't crying for Lizzie,' Alice said at last as her grief began to subside. 'Not even crying for poor Adriana and Simon, although I'm sorry that they lost their lives like that and can never enjoy the happiness they deserved. No, I'm crying for what I never had. Crying for the mam every girl should have someone who'd have loved me and cared what happened to me.'

After a while she smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

'Thanks for saving me back there in the dungeons, Alice,' I said softly. 'The buggane was draining me. I could feel my life slipping away. I was so cold and weak.'

Alice squeezed my hand. 'In the shaman's study, as soon as I worked out how to control the cache, Lizzie's power started to wane. I used a spell to cloak myself. Walked right past her and she didn't see me. I went into the tunnels and started to work on the buggane. It was in its spirit form, whispering to you, when I finally reached it with my mind. I was just in time, Tom. It was planning to drain you in one go as Lizzie had ordered. So I called out to you; told you to fight it and, just in time, you started to resist. Then I went looking for Lizzie again and managed to stop her taking your bones. By then I knew we'd won. I was stronger than her ...'

'Have you still got that power, Alice?' I asked. 'Is all that dark magic still at your service?'

'Still got a bit left, but it's fading fast. Power's still there down in that cavern, but I can't reach it no more.'

'What do you think the Spook will decide to do?' I asked.

'Old Gregory will send for Grimalkin, mark my words. He wouldn't have dreamed of such a thing once, but now he hasn't any choice. He's not the man he was. Too much has happened: his library's burned to the ground, the County ransacked, and now this being defeated by a powerful witch not just once but three times over. But for Adriana, I think Lizzie would have killed us all Old Gregory included.

'From now on you'll get stronger and he'll get weaker. It happens to us all eventually. He's had a long life fighting the dark, but now it's coming to an end. You'll be the new spook and you'd best get ready to replace him.'

I nodded. There was some truth in what Alice had said, but I wasn't ready to take over from my master just yet. I put my arms around her and hugged her again. Once more we'd survived, and two more enemies of the light were no more.

As we walked back towards the cottage, we saw the Spook waiting for us in the doorway. What had he decided to do? His face was grim, and I thought it looked like bad news.

But I was wrong.

'Find yourself a mirror, girl, and summon Grimalkin,' my master said. 'We have no choice now but to attempt to bind the Fiend.'

Once again, I've written most of this from memory, just using my notebook when necessary. We are still on the island of Mona in the cold, dark, stormy heart of winter, staying at the abandoned cottage Adriana showed us. Over the last two months we've been busy with spook's business.

My master has almost finished rewriting a book about the Pendle witches, and Alice has volunteered to add to the beginnings of his new library. She's started on an account of the two years she spent being trained in witchcraft by Bony Lizzie; it will add to our knowledge of the dark.

The tunnels beneath the chapel have collapsed, closing off all access to the Grim Cache. So my master, Alice and I have hunted down and slain every other known buggane on the island five in all to prevent one burrowing down to find it again. Now Mona is a safer place for those who work for the light.

Grimalkin agreed to join us in an attempt to bind the Fiend once and for all, but she has not yet arrived and Alice is no longer able to contact her by using a mirror. She now fears that something has happened to the witch a.s.sa.s.sin. Without her we can do nothing, and the blood jar is our only defence against the Fiend.

There is no good news from the County. It seems that it is in the iron grip of the enemy. And here on Mona, the Ruling Council are a.s.sembled again and started returning refugees across the water; there is no news of how they were received or of Captain Baines. The yeomen are still searching for those who have avoided their net, and the island is less safe for us with each pa.s.sing day.

The Spook was right. The people have reverted to their old ways.

At least with Lizzie's death, Bill Arkwright will have finally found his way to the light.

I long to go back to the County, but the Spook's plan now is to escape westwards, to Ireland. We go within the week. But whenever I think of that land I remember my nightmare and the threat made by the Celtic witch; I remember the Morrigan.

In just over two years I'll finish learning my trade. My master tells me that he might take it easier then and let me do most of the work. As a young spook, he worked alongside his own master, Henry Horrocks, until he died, and it was to the advantage of both.

It's his decision. He's the Spook and I'm still just his apprentice. Soon we sail to take refuge even further from the County's sh.o.r.es. No doubt we'll be heading into even greater danger.

Thomas J. Ward.

end.