‘You’ll be all right here,’ I said, trying to be cheerful. ‘It’ll be nice when the sun shines.’
‘Just have to make the best of it,’ Alice said. ‘Can’t be worse than Pendle.’
I suddenly felt sorry for her again. I felt lonely at times, but at least I had the Spook to talk to; Alice didn’t even know her aunt properly and the rough sea made everything seem bleak and cold.
‘Look, Alice, I don’t expect we’ll see each other again, but if you ever need help, try to get word to me,’ I offered.
I suppose I said that because Alice was the nearest thing to a friend I had. And as a promise, it wasn’t quite as daft as the first one I’d made her. I didn’t commit myself to actually doing anything. Next time she asked for anything, I’d be talking to the Spook first.
To my surprise, Alice smiled and she had a strange look in her eyes. It reminded me of what Dad had once said about women sometimes knowing things that men don’t – and when you suspect that, you should never ask what they’re thinking.
‘Oh, we’ll meet again,’ Alice said. ‘Ain’t no doubt about that.’
‘I’ll have to be off now,’ I said, turning to leave.
‘I’ll miss you, Tom,’ Alice said. ‘Won’t be the same without you.’
‘I’ll miss you too, Alice,’ I said, giving her a smile.
As the words came out, I thought that I’d said them out of politeness. But I hadn’t been on the road more than ten minutes before I knew I was wrong.
I’d meant every word and I was feeling lonely already.
I’ve written most of this from memory, but some of it from my notebook and my diary. I’m back at Chipenden now and the Spook is pleased with me. He thinks I’m making really good progress.
Bony Lizzie’s in the pit where the Spook used to keep Mother Malkin. The bars have been straightened out and she certainly won’t be getting any midnight cakes from me. As for Tusk, he’s buried in the hole he dug for my grave.
Poor Billy Bradley’s back in his grave outside the churchyard at Lay ton, but at least he’s got his thumbs now. None of it’s pleasant but it’s something that just goes with the job. You have to like it or lump it, as my dad says.
There’s something else I should tell you. The Spook agrees with what Mam said. He thinks that the winters are getting longer and that the dark is growing in power. He’s sure that the job’s getting harder and harder.
So keeping that in mind, I’ll just carry on studying and learning – as my mam once told me, you never know just what you can do until you try. So I’m going to try. I’m going to try just as hard as I possibly can because I want her to be really proud of me.
Now I’m just an apprentice, but one day I’ll be the Spook.
Thomas J. Ward
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