‘Go!’ he gasped. ‘Now. Go, and never come back.’
He didn’t understand, but then he was never supposed to. I wanted to go, and I didn’t care if I never saw Eadenford again. It had served its purpose.
‘Goodbye, Reverend,’ I said. He was already walking away from me, back into the ruins. ‘And good luck. Give my best to Mrs Mariner.’
A shock went through him. It was as if he’d been struck by lightning. He checked for a split second and put his hand on the wall to steady himself.
He didn’t turn round, though. And I left.
A flock of swallows flew over my head as I walked up the hill. Like me, off to better things. At the top, I stopped and took that last look I’d promised myself. Eadenford wasn’t much of a place, but back in April I’d told myself, This’ll do, and I’d been right.
I’d left my few things there, in the maid’s room. Someone was going to have to clear those out. I hoped they’d be careful when they made the bonfire, in my garden.
I entered the woods whistling a tune. It was the one about Charlie Chaplin that we used to sing while we were marching, back in Mesopotamia.
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