CHAPTER ONE: THE CAT AND THE HORNBEAM TREES-1
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Will tugged at his mothers hand and said, "e on, e on..."But his mother hung back. She was still afraid. Will looked up and down the narrow street in the evening light, along the little terrace of houses, each behind its tiny garden and its box hedge, with the sun glaring off the windows of one side and leaving the other in shadow. There wasnt much time. People would be having their meal about now, and soon there would be other children around, to stare and ent and notice. It was dangerous to wait, but all he could do ersuade her, as usual.
"Mum, lets go in and see Mrs. Cooper," he said. "Look, were nearly there."
"Mrs. Cooper?" she said doubtfully.
But he was already ringing the bell. He had to put down the bag to do it, because his other hand<kbd>九九藏书</kbd> still held his mothers. It might have bothered him at twelve years of age to be seen holding his mothers hand, but he knew what would happen to her if he didnt.
The door opened, and there was the stooped elderly figure of the piano teacher, with the st of lavender water about her as he remembered.
"Whos that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I havent seen you for over a year. What do you want, dear?"
"I want to e in, please, and bring my mother," he said firmly.
Mrs. Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce, unhappy glare in his eyes, the tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs. Parry, Wills mother, had put makeup on one eye but not oher. And she hadnt noticed. Aher had Will. Something was wrong.
"Well..." she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.
Will looked up and down the road before closing the door, and Mrs. Cooper saw how tightly Mrs.
Parry was ging to her sons hand, and how tenderly he guided her into the sitting room where the piano was (of course, that was the only room he knew); and she noticed that Mrs. Parrys clothes smelled slightly musty, as if theyd been too long in the washing mae before drying; and how similar the two of them looked as they sat on the sofa with the evening sun full on their faces, their broad cheekboheir wide eyes, their straight black brows.
"What is it, William?" the old lady said. "Whats the matter?"
"My mother needs somewhere to stay for a few days," he said. "Its too difficult to look after her at home just now. I dont mean shes ill. Shes just kind of fused and muddled, and she gets a bit worried. She wont be hard to look after. She just needs someoo be kind to her, and I think you could do that quite easily, probably."
The woman was looking at her son without seeming to uand, and Mrs. Cooper saw a bruise on her cheek. Will hadnt taken his eyes off Mrs. Cooper, and his expression was desperate.
"She wont be expensive," he went on. "Ive brought some packets of food, enough to last, I should think. You could have some of it too. She wont mind sharing."
"But ... I dont know if I should ... Doesnt she need a doctor?"
"No! Shes not ill."
"But there must be someone who ... I mean, isnt there a neighbor or someone in the family—"
"We havent got any family. Only us. And the neighbors are too busy."
"What about the social services? I doo put you off, dear, but—"
"No! No. She just needs a bit of help. I t do it myself for a little while, but I wont be long. Im going to ... Ive got things to do. But Ill be back soon, and Ill take her home again, I promise. You wont have to do it for long."
The mother was looking at her son with such trust, aurned and smiled at her with such love and reassurahat Mrs. Cooper couldnt say no.
"Well," she said, turning to Mrs. Parry, "Im sure it wont matter for a day or so. You have my daughters room, dear. Shes in Australia. She wont be needing it again."
"Thank you," said Will, and stood up as if he were in a hurry to leave.
"But where are you going to be?" said Mrs. Cooper.
"Im going to be staying with a friend," he said. "Ill phone up as often as I . Ive got your number. Itll be all right"
His mother was looking at him, bewildered. He bent over and kissed her clumsily.
"Dont worry," he said. "Mrs. Cooper will look after you better than me, ho. And Ill phone up and talk to you tomorrow."
They hugged tightly, and then Will kissed her again aly unfastened her arms from his neck befoing to the front door. Mrs. Cooper could see he set, because his eyes were glistening, but he turned, remembering his manners, and held out his hand.
"Good-bye," he said, "and thank you very much."
"William," she said, "I wish youd tell me what the matter is—"
"Its a bit plicated," he said, "but she wont be any trouble, holy."
That wasnt what she meant, and both of them k; but somehow Will was in charge of this business, whatever it was. The old lady thought shed never seen a child so implacable.
He turned away, already thinking about the empty house.
The close where Will and his mother lived was a loop of road in a modere with a dozeical houses, of which theirs was by far the shabbiest. The front garden was just a patch of weedy grass; his mother had planted some shrubs earlier in the year, but theyd shriveled and died for lack of watering. As Will came around the er, his cat, Moxie, rose up from her favorite spot uhe still-living hydrangea and stretched befreeting him with a soft meow and butting her head against his leg.
He picked her up and whispered, "Have they e back, Moxie? Have you seen them?"
The house was silent. In the last of the evening light the man across the road was washing his car, but he took no notice of Will, and Will didnt look at him. The less notice people took, th<bdo>九九藏书</bdo>e better.
Holding Moxie against his chest, he unlocked the door a in quickly. Then he listened very carefully before putting her down. There was nothing to hear; the house was empty.
He opened a tin for Moxie a her to eat i. How long before the men came back?
There was no way of telling, so hed better move quickly. He went upstairs and began to search.
He was looking for a battered greeher writing case. There are a surprising number of places to hide something that size even in any ordinary modern house; you dont need secret panels aensive cellars in order to make something hard to find. Will searched his mothers bedroom first, ashamed to be looking through the drawers where she kept her underclothes, and then he worked systematically through the rest of the rooms upstairs, even his own. Moxie came to see what he was doing and sat and ed herself nearby, for pany.
But he didnt find it.
By that time it was dark, and he was hungry. He made himself baked beans on toast and sat at the kit table w about the best order to look through the downstairs rooms.
As he was finishing his meal, the ph.
He sat absolutely still, his heart thumping. He ted: twenty-six rings, and then it stopped. He put his plate in the suik and started to search again.
Four hours later he still hadnt found the greeher case. It was half past one, and he was exhausted. He lay on his bed fully clothed and fell asleep at once, his dreams tense and crowded, his mothers unhappy, frightened face always there just out of reach.
And almost at o seemed (though hed been asleep for nearly three hours), he woke up knowing two things simultaneously.
First, he knew where the case was. And sed, he khat the men were downstairs, opening the kit door.
He lifted Moxie out of the way and softly hushed her sleepy protest. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put on his shoes, straining every o hear the sounds from downstairs.
They were very quiet sounds: a chair being lifted and replaced, a short whisper, the creak of a floorboard.
Moving more silently than the men were, he left his bedroom and tiptoed to the spare room at the top of the stairs. It wasnt quite pitch-dark, and in the ghostly gray predawn light he could see the old treadle sewing mae. Hed been through the room thhly only hours before, but hed fotten the partment at the side of the sewing mae, where all the patterns and bobbins were kept.
He felt for it delicately, listening all the while. The men were moving about downstairs, and Will could see a dim flicker of light that might have been a flashlight at the edge of the door.
Then he found the catch of the partment and clicked it open, and there, just as hed known it would be, was the leather writing case.
And now what could he do? He crouched in the dimness, heart pounding, listening hard.
The two men were in the hall downstairs. He heard one of them say quietly, "e on. I hear the milkman down the road."
"Its not here, though," said the other voice. "Well have to look upstairs<details>.99lib.</details>."
"Go on, then. Dont hang about."
Will braced himself as he heard the quiet creak of the top step. The man was making no all, but he couldhe creak if he wasnt expeg it. Then there ause. A very thin beam of flashlight swept along the floor outside. Will saw it through the crack.
Then the dan to move. Will waited till the man was framed in the open doorway, and then exploded up out of the dark and crashed into the intruders belly.
But her of them saw the cat.
As the man had reached the top step, Moxie had e silently out of the bedroom and stood with raised tail just behind the mans legs, ready to rub herself against them. The man, who was trained and fit and hard, could have dealt with Will, but the cat was in the way, and as the man tried to move back, he tripped over her. With a sharp gasp he fell backward dowairs and crashed his head brutally against the hall table.
Will heard a hideous crack, and didnt stop to wonder about it. Clutg the writing case, he swung himself down the banister, leaping over the mans body that lay twitg and crumpled at the foot of the flight, seized<samp>.99lib.</samp> the tattered tote bag from the table, and was out of the front door and away before the other man could do more than e out of the living room and stare.
Even in his fear and haste Will wondered why the other man didnt shout after him, or chase him.
Theyd be after him soon, though, with their cars and their cell phohe only thing to do was run.
He saw the milkman turning into the close, the lights of his electric cart pallid in the dawn glimmer that was already filling the sky. Will jumped over the feo the -darden, down the passage beside the house, over the garden wall, across a dew-wet lawn, through the hedge, and into the tangle of shrubs and trees between the housie and the main road.
There he crawled under a bush and lay panting and trembling. It was too early to be out on the road: wait till later, when the rush hour started.
He could out of his mind the crack as the mans head struck the table, and the way his neck was bent so far and in such a wrong way, and the dreadful twitg of his limbs. The man was dead. Hed killed him.
He could out of his mind, but he had to. There was quite enough to think about. His mother: would she really be safe where she was? Mrs. Cooper wouldnt tell, would she? Even if Will didnt turn up as hed said he would? Because he couldnt, now that hed killed someone.
And Moxie. Whod feed Moxie? Would Moxie worry about where they were? Would she try to follow them?
It was getting lighter by the mi was light enough already to check through the things ie bag: his mothers purse, the latest letter from the lawyer, the road map of southern England, chocolate bars, toothpaste, spare socks and pants. And the greeher writing case.
Everything was there. Everything was going acc to plan, really.
Except that hed killed someone.
Will had first realized his mother was different from other people, and that he had to look after her, when he was seven. They were in a supermarket, and they were playing a game: they were allowed to put an item in the cart only when no one was looking. It was Wills job to look all around and whisper "Now," and she would snatch a tin or a packet from the shelf and put it silently into the cart. When things were ihey were safe, because they became invisible.
It was a good game, and it went on for a long time, because this was a Saturday m and the shop was full, but they were good at it and worked well together. They trusted each other. Will loved his mother very mud often told her so, and she told him the same.
So when they reached the checkout Will was excited and happy because theyd nearly won. And when his mother couldnt find her purse, that art of the game too, even when she said the enemies must have stolen it; but Will was getting tired by this time, and hungry too, and Mummy wasnt so happy anymore. She was really frightened, and they went around and around putting things ba the shelves, but this time they had to be extra careful because the enemies were trag them down by means of her credit card numbers, which they knew because they had her purse....
And Will got more and more frightened himself. He realized how clever his mother had been to make this real danger into a game so that he wouldnt be alarmed, and how, now that he khe truth, he had to pretend not to be frightened, so as to reassure her.
So the little boy prete was a game still, so she didnt have to worry that he was frightened, and they went home without any shopping, but safe from the enemies; and then Will found the purse on the hall table anyway. On Monday they went to the bank and closed her at, and opened another somewhere else, just to be sure. Thus the danger passed But sometime during the few months, Will realized slowly and unwillingly that those enemies of his mothers were not in the world out there, but in her mind. That made them no less real, no less frightening and dangerous; it just meant he had to protect her even more carefully. And from the moment in the supermarket when he had realized he must pretend in order not to worry his mother, part of Wills mind was always alert to her aies. He loved her so much he would have died to protect her.
As for Wills father, he had vanished long before Will was able to remember him. Will assionately curious about his father, and he used to plague his mother with questions, most of which she couldnt answer.
"Was he a rich man?"
"Where did he go?"
"Why did he go?"
"Is he dead?"
"Will he e back?
"What was he like?"
The last question was the only one she could help him with. John Parry had been a handsome man, a brave and clever officer in the Royal Marines, who had left the army to bee an explorer and lead expeditions to remote parts of the world. Will thrilled to hear about this. No father could be more exg than an explorer. From then on, in all his games he had an invisible panion: he and his father were together hag through the jungle, shading their eyes to gaze out across stormy seas from the deck of their ser, holding up a torch to decipher mysterious inscriptions in a bat-ied cave. ... They were the best of friends, they saved each others life tless times, they laughed and talked together over camp-fires long into the night.
But the older he got, the more Will began to wonder. Why were there no pictures of his father in this part of the world or that, riding with frost-bearded men on Arctic sledges or examining creeper-covered ruins in the jungle? Had nothing survived of the trophies and curiosities he must have brought home? Was nothing written about him in a book?
His mother didnt know. But ohing she had said stu his mind.
She said, "One day, youll follow in your fathers footsteps. Yoing to be a great man too.
Youll take up his mantle."
And though Will didnt know what that meant, he uood the sense of it, a uplifted with pride and purpose. All his games were going to e true. His father was alive, lost somewhere hi the wild, and he was going to rescue him and take up his mantle.... It was worth living a difficult life, if you had a great aim like that.
So he kept his mothers trouble secret. There were times when she was calmer and clearer than others, aook care to learn from her then how to shop and cook ahe house , so that he could do it when she was fused and frightened. And he learned how to ceal himself, too, how to remain unnoticed at school, how not to attract attention from the neighbors, even when his mother was hi such a state of fear and madhat she could barely speak. What Will himself feared more than anything was that the authorities would find out about her, and take her away, and put him in a home among strangers. Any difficulty was better than that.
Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweethen that he could think of er panion, and wanted nothing more than to live with her alone forever.
But then the men came.
They werent police, and they werent social services, and they werent criminals—at least as far as Will could judge. They wouldnt tell him what they wanted, in spite of his efforts to keep them away; theyd speak only to his mother. Aate was fragile just then.
But he listened outside the door, and heard them ask about his father, a his breath ore quickly.
The men wao know where John Parry had gone, and whether hed sent anything back to her, and when shed last heard from him, and whether hed had tact with any fn embassies.
Will heard his metting more and more distressed, and finally he ran into the room and told them to go.
He looked so fierce that her of the men laughed, though he was so young. They could easily have knocked him down, or held him off the floor with one hand, but he was fearless, and his anger was hot and deadly.
So they left. Naturally, this episode strengthened Wills vi: his father was in trouble somewhere, and only he could help. His games werent childish anymore, and he didnt play so openly. It was ing true, and he had to be worthy of it.
And not long afterward the men came back, insisting that Wills mother had something to tell them. They came when Will was at school, and one of them kept her talking downstairs while the other searched the bedrooms. She didnt realize what they were doing. But Will came home early and found them, and once again he blazed at them, and once again they left.
They seemed to know that he wouldnt go to the police, for fear of losing his mother to the authorities, and they got more and more persistent. Finally they broke into the house when Will had goo fetch his mother home from the park. It was getting worse for her now, and she believed that she had to touch every separate slat in every separate bench beside the pond. Will would help her, to get it done quicker. When they got home that day they saw the back of the mens car disappearing out of the close, a io find that theyd been through the house and searched most of the drawers and cupboards.
He knew what they were after. The greeher case was his mothers most precious possession; he would never dream of looking through it, and he didnt even know where she kept it. But he k tained letters, and he knew she read them sometimes, and cried, and it was then that she talked about his father. So Will supposed that this was what the men were after, and knew he had to do something about it.
He decided first to find somewhere safe for his mother to stay. He thought and thought, but he had no friends to ask, and the neighbors were already suspicious, and the only persohought he could trust was Mrs. Cooper. Once his mother was safely there, he was going to find the greeher case and look at what was in it, and then he was going to go to Oxford, where hed find the ao some of his questions. But the men came too soon.
And now hed killed one of them.
So the police would be after him too.
Well, he was good at not being noticed. Hed have to not be noticed harder than hed ever done in his life before, and keep it up as long as he could, till either he found his father or they found him. And if they found him first, he didnt care how many more of them he killed.
Later that day, toward midnight in fact, Will was walking out of the city of Oxford, forty miles away. He was tired to his very bones. He had hitchhiked, and ridden on two buses, and walked, and reached Oxford at six in the evening, too late to do what he o do. Hed eaten at a Burger King and goo a ema to hide (though what the film was, he fot even as he was watg it), and now he was walking along an endless road through the suburbs, heading north.
No one had notiun so far. But he was aware that hed better find somewhere to sleep before long, because the later it got, the more noticeable hed be. The trouble was that there was o hide in the gardens of the fortable houses along this road, and there was still no sign of open try.
He came to a large traffic circle where the road going north crossed the Oxf road goi a. At this time of night there was very little traffid the road where he stood was quiet, with fortable houses set back behind a wide expanse of grass oher side. Planted along the grass at the roads edge were two lines of horrees, odd-looking things with perfectly symmetrical close-leafed s, more like childrens drawings than like real trees. The streetlights made the se look artificial, like a stage set. Will was stupefied with exhaustion, and he might have gone on to the north, or he might have laid his head on the grass under one of those trees and slept; but as he sto to clear his head, he saw a cat.
She was a tabby, like Moxie. She padded out of a garden on the Oxford side of the road, where Will was standing. Will put down his tote bag and held out his hand, and the cat came up to rub her head against his knuckles, just as Moxie did. Of course, every cat behaved like that, but all the same Will felt such a longing for home that tears scalded his eyes.
Eventually the cat turned away. This was night, and there was a territory to patrol, there were mice to hunt. She padded across the road and toward the bushes just beyond the horrees, and there she stopped.
Will, still watg, saw the cat behave curiously.
She reached out a paw to pat something in the air in front of her, som<figure>.99lib.</figure>ething quite invisible to Will. Then she leaped backward, back arched and fur on end, tail held out stiffly. Will knew cat behavior. He watched more alertly as the cat approached the spot again, just ay patch of grass between the hornbeams and the bushes of a garden hedge, and patted the air once more.
Again she leaped back, but less far and with less alarm this time. After another few seds of sniffing, toug, and whisker twitg, curiosity overcame wariness.
The cat stepped forward—and vanished.
Will bliheood still, close to the trunk of the ree, as a truck came around the circle and swept its lights over him. When it had gone past, he crossed the road, keeping his eyes on the spot where the cat had been iigating. It wasnt easy, because there was nothing to fix on, but when he came to the plad cast about to look closely, he saw it.
At least, he saw it from some angles. It looked as if someone had cut a patch out of the air, about two yards from the edge of the road, a patch roughly square in shape ahan a yard across.
If you were level with the patch so that it was edge-on, it was nearly invisible, and it was pletely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side he road, and you could easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.
But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass oher side was in a different world.
He couldnt possibly have said why. He k at once, as strongly as he khat fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.
And for that reason alo enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole in the fabric of this world and into another.
He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not horrees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the ter of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafes and small shops, all brightly bt, all open, and all utterly silent ay beh a sky thick with stars. The hot night was laden with the st of flowers and with the salt smell of the sea.
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