CHAPTER XXII
A Bargain’s a Bargain
IT was almost midnight, and a horned moon was rising above the trees. Rather than approaching his house by the most direct route, the Spook brought us toward it from the east. I thought of the eastern garden ahead and the pit that lay in wait for Alice. The pit that I’d dug.
Surely he wasn’t going to put her in the pit now? Not after all she’d done to help put things right? She’d allowed him to blindfold her and seal her ears with wax. And then she’d sat there for hours in silence and darkness without complaining even once.
But then I saw the stream ahead and was filled with new hope. It was narrow but fast flowing, the water sparkling silver in the moonlight, and there was a single stepping-stone at its center.
He was going to test Alice.
“Right, girl,” he said, his expression stern. “You lead the way. Over you go!”
When I looked at Alice’s face, my heart sank. She looked terrified, and I remembered how I’d had to carry her across the river near the Silver Gate. The Bane was dead now, its power over Alice broken, but was the damage already done beyond all hope of repair? Had Alice moved too close to the dark? Could she never be free? Never be able to cross running water? Was she a fully fledged malevolent witch?
Alice hesitated at the water’s edge and began to tremble. Twice she lifted her foot to make the simple step to the flat stone at the center of the stream. Twice she put it down again. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and began to roll down toward her nose and eyes.
“Go on, Alice, you can do it!” I called, trying to encourage her. For my trouble I got a withering stare from the Spook.
With a sudden, terrible effort Alice stepped onto the stone and swung her left leg forward almost immediately to carry herself over to the far bank. Once there, she hurriedly sat down and buried her face in her hands.
The Spook made a clicking noise with his tongue, crossed the stream, and strode quickly up the hill toward the trees on the edge of the garden. I waited behind while Alice got to her feet, then together we walked up to where the Spook was waiting, his arms folded.
When we reached him, the Spook suddenly stepped forward and seized Alice. Gripping her by the legs, he threw her back over his shoulder. She began to wail and struggle, but without another word he clutched her more firmly, then turned and strode into the garden.
I followed behind desperately. He was heading deep into the eastern garden, moving directly toward the graves where the witches were kept, toward the empty pit. It didn’t seem fair! Alice had passed the test, hadn’t she?
“Help me, Tom! Help me, please!” Alice cried.
“Can’t she have one more chance?” I pleaded. “Just one more chance? She crossed. She’s not a witch.”
“She just about got away with it this time,” snarled the Spook over his shoulder. “But there’s badness inside her, just waiting its chance.”
“How can you say that? After all she’s done—”
“This is the safest way. It’s the best thing for everyone!”
I knew then that it was time for what my dad calls “a few home truths.” I had to tell him what I knew about Meg, even though he might hate me for it and not want me as his apprentice anymore. But perhaps a reminder of his past might make him change his mind. The thought of Alice going into the pit was unbearable, and the fact that I’d been made to dig it made it a hundred times worse.
The Spook reached the pit and halted at its very edge. As he moved to lower Alice into the darkness, I shouted out, “You didn’t do it to Meg!”
He turned toward me with a look of utter astonishment on his face.
“You didn’t put Meg in the pit, did you?” I cried out. “And she was a witch! You didn’t do it because you cared too much about her! So please don’t do it to Alice! It isn’t right!”
The Spook’s expression of astonishment changed to one of fury and he stood there, tottering on the edge of the pit; for a moment I didn’t know whether he was going to throw Alice down or fall into it himself. He stood there for what seemed like a very long time, but then, to my relief, his fury seemed to give way to something else and he turned and walked away, still carrying Alice.
He walked beyond the new, empty pit, passed the one where Bony Lizzie was imprisoned, strode away from the graves where the two dead witches were buried, and stepped onto the path of white stones that led toward the house.
Despite his recent illness, all that he’d been through, and the weight of Alice over his shoulder, the Spook was walking so fast that I was struggling to keep up. He pulled the key from the left pocket of his breeches, opened the back door of the house, and was inside before my foot even touched the step.
He walked straight into the kitchen and halted close to the fireplace, where flames were flickering sparks up the chimney. The kitchen was warm, the candles lit, with cutlery and plates set for two on the table.
Slowly the Spook eased Alice from his shoulder and set her down. The moment her pointy shoes touched the flags, the fire died right down, the candle flickered and almost went out, and the air grew distinctly chilly.
The next moment there was a growl of anger that rattled the crockery and vibrated right through the floor. It was the Spook’s pet boggart. Had Alice walked into the garden, even with the Spook close by, she would have been torn to pieces. But because the Spook had been carrying her, it wasn’t until her feet touched the ground that the boggart became aware of Alice’s presence. And now it wasn’t best pleased.
The Spook placed his left hand on top of Alice’s head. Next, with his left foot he stamped hard three times against the flags.
The air grew very still, and the Spook called out in a loud voice, “Hear me now! Listen well to what I say!”
There was no answer, but the fire recovered a little and the air didn’t seem quite so cold.
“While this child is in my house, harm not a hair of her head!” ordered the Spook. “But watch everything that she does and ensure that she does all that I command.”
With that, he stamped three more times against the flags. In answer, the fire flared up in the grate and the kitchen suddenly seemed warm and welcoming.
“And now prepare supper for three!” the Spook commanded. Then he beckoned and we followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He paused outside the locked door of the library.
“While you’re here, girl, you’ll earn your keep,” the Spook growled. “There are books in there that can’t be replaced. You’ll never be allowed inside, but I’ll give you one book at a time and you can make a copy of it. Is that understood?”
Alice nodded.
“Your second job will be to tell my lad everything that Bony Lizzie taught you. And I mean everything. He’ll write it all down. A lot of it’ll be nonsense, of course, but that doesn’t matter because it’ll still add to our store of knowledge. Are you prepared to do that?”
Again Alice nodded, her expression very serious.
“Right, so that’s settled,” said the Spook. “You’ll sleep in the room above Tom’s, the one right at the top of the house. And now, think well on what I’m saying. That boggart down in the kitchen knows what you are and what you almost became. So don’t take even one little step out of line, because it’ll be watching everything that you do. And it would like nothing better than to . . .”
The Spook sighed long and hard. “It doesn’t bear thinking about,” he said. “So don’t give it the chance. Will you do what I ask, girl? Can you be trusted?”
Alice nodded, and her mouth widened into a big smile.
At supper the Spook was unusually quiet. It was like the calm before a storm. Nobody said much, but Alice’s eyes were everywhere and they returned again and again to the huge, blazing log fire that was filling the room with warmth.
At last, the Spook pushed back his plate and sighed. “Right, girl,” he said, “off you get to bed. I’ve a few things that need to be said to the lad.”
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nbsp; When Alice had gone, the Spook pushed back his chair and strode toward the fire. He bent and warmed his hands over the flames before turning to face me. “Well, lad,” he growled, “spit it out. Where did you find out about Meg?”
“I read it in one of your diaries,” I said sheepishly, bowing my head.
“I thought as much. Didn’t I warn you about that? You’ve disobeyed me again! There are things in my library that you’re not meant to read yet,” the Spook said sternly. “Things you’re not quite ready for. I’ll be the judge of what’s fit for you to read. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, addressing him by that title for the first time in months. “But I’d have found out about Meg anyway. Father Cairns mentioned her, and he told me about Emily Burns, too, and how you took her away from your brother and it split your family.”
“Can’t keep much from you, can I, lad?”
I shrugged, feeling relieved to have gotten it all off my chest.
“Well,” he said, coming back toward the table, “I’ve lived to a good age and I’m not proud of everything I’ve done, but there’s always more than one side to every story. None of us is perfect, lad, and one day you’ll find out all you need to know and then you can make up your own mind about me. There’s little point in picking through the bones now, but as for Meg, you’ll be meeting her when we get to Anglezarke. That’ll be sooner than you think because, depending on the weather, we’ll be setting off for my winter house in a month or so. What else did Father Cairns have to say for himself?”
“He said that you’d sold your soul to the Devil. . . .”
The Spook smiled. “What do priests know? No, lad, my soul still belongs to me. I’ve fought long, long years to hold on to it, and against all the odds it’s still mine. And as for the Devil, well, I used to think that evil was more likely to be inside each one of us, like a bit of tinder just waiting for the spark to set it alight. But more recently I’ve begun to wonder if, after all, there is something behind all that we face, something hidden deep within the dark. Something that grows stronger as the dark grows stronger. Something that a priest would call the Devil. . . .”
The Spook looked at me hard, his green eyes boring into my own. “What if there were such a thing as the Devil, lad? What would we do about it?”
I thought for a few moments before I answered. “We’d need to dig a really big pit,” I said. “A bigger pit than any spook has ever dug before. Then we’d need bags and bags of salt and iron and a really big stone.”
The Spook smiled. “We would that, lad. There’d be work for half the masons, riggers, and mates in the County! Anyway, get off to bed with you now. It’s back to your lessons tomorrow, so you’ll need a good night’s sleep.”
As I opened the door to my room, Alice emerged from the shadows on the stairs.
“I really like it here, Tom,” she said, giving me a wide smile. “Nice big warm house, it is. A good place to be now that winter’s drawing in.”
I smiled back. I could have told her that we’d be off to Anglezarke soon, to the Spook’s winter house, but she was happy and I didn’t want to spoil her first night.
“One day this house will belong to us, Tom. Don’t you feel it?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Nobody knows what’s going to happen in the future,” I said, putting Mam’s letter to the back of my mind.
“Old Gregory tell you that, did he? Well, there are lots of things he doesn’t know. You’ll be a better spook than he ever was. Ain’t nothing more certain than that!”
Alice turned and went up the stairs swinging her hips. Suddenly she looked back.
“Desperate for my blood, the Bane was,” she said. “So I made the bargain even before he drank. I just wanted to make everything all right again, so I asked that you and Old Gregory could go free. Bane agreed. A bargain’s a bargain, so he couldn’t kill Old Gregory and he couldn’t hurt you. You killed the Bane, but I made it possible. At the end that’s why it attacked me. It couldn’t touch you. Don’t tell Old Gregory though. He wouldn’t understand.”
Alice left me standing on the stairs while what she’d done slowly became clear in my mind. In a way she’d sacrificed herself. It would have killed her just as it had killed Naze. But she’d saved me and the Spook. Saved our lives. And I would never forget it.
Stunned by what she’d said, I went into my room and closed the door. It took me a long time to get to sleep.
ONCE again I’ve written most of this from memory, just using my notebook when necessary.
Alice has been good and the Spook’s really pleased with the work she’s been doing. She writes very quickly, but her hand is still clear and neat. She’s also doing as she promised, telling me the things that Bony Lizzie taught her so that I can write them all down.
Of course, although Alice doesn’t know it yet, she won’t be staying with us for that long. The Spook told me that she’ll start to distract me too much and I won’t be able to concentrate on my studies. He’s not happy about having a girl with pointy shoes living in his house, especially one who’s been so close to the dark.
It’s late October now, and soon we’ll be setting off for the Spook’s winter house on Anglezarke Moor. Nearby there’s a farm run by some people whom the Spook trusts. He thinks that they’ll let Alice stay with them. Of course, he’s made me promise not to tell Alice yet. Anyway, I’ll be sad to see her go.
And of course I’ll meet Meg, the lamia witch. Maybe I’ll meet the Spook’s other woman, too. Blackrod is close to the moor, and that’s where Emily Burns is still supposed to live. I have a feeling that there are lots of other things in the Spook’s past that I still don’t know about.
I’d rather stay here in Chipenden, but he’s the Spook and I’m only the apprentice. And I’ve come to realize that there’s a very good reason for everything that he does.
THOMAS J. WARD
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Curse of the bane / by Joseph Delaney ; illustrations by Patrick Arrasmith.
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Summary: Now thirteen years old, Tom Ward continues his apprenticeship with the Spook as they confront a dangerous bane who can control people’s thoughts.
ISBN-10: 0-06-076621-2 (trade bdg.) ISBN-13; 978-0-06-076621-4 (trade bdg.)
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[1. Apprentices—Fiction. 2. Supernatural—Fiction. 3. Witches—Fiction.]
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Dedication
FOR MARIE
Contents
Dedication
Chapter II - Farewell to Chipenden
Chapter III - Home
Chapter IV - The Winter House
Chapter V - What Lay Beneath
Chapter VI - A Nasty Piece of Work
Chapter VII - The Stone-Chucker
Chapter VIII - The Stone-Chucker’s Return
Chapter IX - Intimations of Death
Chapter X - Bad News
Chapter XI - Mam’s Room
Chapter XII - Necromancy
Chapter XIII - Trickery and Betrayal
Chapter XIV - Snowbound
Chapter XV - Down to the Cellar
Chapter XVI - Up to the Attic
Chapter XVII - Home Truths
Chapter XVIII - The Chapel of the Dead
Chapter XIX - The Round Loaf
Chapter XX - Golgoth
Chapter XXI - The Trap
Chapter XXII - For the Best
Chapter XXIII - Back to Chipenden
The Journal of Thomas J. Ward
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NIGHT OF THE SOUL STEALER
CHAPTER I
An Unexpected Visitor
IT was a cold, dark November night, and Alice and I were sitting by the kitchen fire with my master, the Spook. The weather had been getting steadily colder, and I knew that any day now the Spook would decide it was time to set off for his “winter house” on the bleak moor of Anglezarke.
I was in no rush to go. I’d only been the Spook’s apprentice since the spring and had never seen the Anglezarke house, but my curiosity certainly wasn’t getting the better of me. I was warm and comfortable here in Chipenden, and that’s where I’d rather have spent the winter.
I glanced up from the book of Latin verbs I was trying to learn, and Alice caught my eye. She was sitting on a low stool close to the hearth, her face bathed in the warm glow of the fire. She smiled and I smiled back. Alice was the other reason I didn’t want to leave Chipenden. She was the closest I’d ever had to a friend, and she’d saved my life on a number of occasions over the last few months. I’d really enjoyed having her living here with us. She made the loneliness of a spook’s life more bearable. But my master had told me in confidence that she would be leaving us soon. He’d never really trusted her because she came from a family of witches. He also thought she would start to distract me from my lessons, so when the Spook and I went to Anglezarke, she wouldn’t be coming with us. Poor Alice didn’t know this, and I hadn’t the heart to tell her, so for now I was just enjoying another of our last precious evenings together in Chipenden.
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