The Spook’s Revenge: Book 13 (Spooks) (17 page)

First of all it moved in an unnatural way, stretching out tendrils like long slender fingers feeling their way towards the house. Moonlight neutralizes or changes colours, but I realized there was something strange about this mist; rather than being white or grey, it had a weird green tinge to it. I felt certain that dark magic was being used.

The Spook’s back had been better lately, so rather than sleeping in a chair in the kitchen he’d come up to bed. I dressed quickly, went to his bedroom and rapped hard upon the door. There was no response, so I knocked again. Finally I eased open the door and went inside. I needed to alert the Spook to the fact that we were under some sort of magical attack. He was lying on his back, mouth slightly open, and appeared to be in a deep sleep. Then, in the sliver of moonlight that came through the window, I saw a tendril of green mist on the floor; it completely encircled his bed.

I shook his shoulder gently. He groaned; that was all. I called his name and shook him again, more roughly, but I still couldn’t get him to wake up.

I suddenly realized there could be witches in the garden! I ran back into my bedroom, snatched my silver chain from my bag and thrust it into my breeches pocket. Then I went down the stairs, three at a time, grabbed my staff from where it leaned beside the back door, and sprinted out into the garden. Here, the mist was now much more than serpentine tendrils. It came up almost to my waist, rising like a tide, as if intent on drowning the house and trees.

So far I had simply felt befuddled, as if moving in a dream, but alarm bells suddenly went off inside my head. I was alert to the danger.

Grimalkin!

The Fiend’s head!

I ran towards the southern garden and reached the boggart slab where I had last seen the witch assassin. She was still there, sleeping deeply, surrounded by the green mist, which writhed and coiled like a living snake about to crush its prey.

But the sack was gone.

Someone had entered the garden, using magic to make sure that we were all in a deep sleep. Even the boggart had succumbed.

I had awoken in spite of the dark magic. Somehow I had been able to resist it. And now one of the other gifts I had inherited from Mam came to my aid once more.

There was that flash of light inside my head and the pain in my forehead. And instantly I knew the precise location of the Fiend’s head.

It was being carried towards the western garden.

I didn’t bother trying to awaken the witch assassin; she was probably still in no fit condition to help, anyway. I released the blade of my staff and ran off through the trees in pursuit of whoever had seized the sack.

Not a moment too soon! Ahead of me I saw a figure carrying it. It was a woman and she was wearing pointy shoes. I lifted my staff like a spear. There was no room for mercy here . . . Soon this witch, whoever she was, would have crossed the boundary, where others would be waiting to assist her: I had to strike now. I ran at her full pelt, aiming to drive the blade straight into her back and through her heart. But at the last moment she whirled round to face me.

It was Alice.

‘I MIGHT HAVE
known you’d come after me,’ Alice said. ‘You’re the only one I feared might be strong enough to resist my magic.’

She carried the hessian sack in her left hand. Dark liquid dripped from it, spotting the grass. The stump of the Fiend’s head never stopped bleeding for long.

Alice held her head high and met my eyes; there was no trace of shame or guilt in her demeanour; not the slightest acknowledgement of her betrayal. I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she looked. Her face was radiant, her hair held up by a wooden clip. Her dress of dark silk hugged her body.

More than ever now she resembled Bony Lizzie – though she lacked the habitual sneer and shifty eyes of her dead mother; she had only her dark beauty. Would the rest follow along eventually?

‘Why, Alice?’ I cried, lowering my staff. ‘Why are you doing this? I thought the Fiend was your enemy! I thought you’d do anything to destroy him.’

‘It ain’t worth the effort trying to explain it to you, Tom. You’d never understand so it’s best that I save my breath.’

She turned and began to walk away, but I ran forward, grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her round to face me once more.

‘No!’ I shouted. ‘I deserve to know
why
you’re doing this. You’re going to tell me.’

‘You ain’t going to like it,’ Alice said. ‘It’s simple, Tom. I went too far. I practised my dark magic too many times, just as Agnes Sowerbutts warned me years ago. And now I’ve changed – I’m a malevolent witch. It don’t matter, because that’s what I was always doomed to become. I’d no chance of being any different because I was born bad – bad inside. Don’t bother to feel sorry for me.’

‘I don’t feel the tiniest bit sorry for you,’ I said bitterly. ‘I just want to know why you’d want to help the Fiend and restore him to power.’

‘There are things that you don’t know, Tom. Just ask Grimalkin – she travelled far to the north and discovered a threat to us humans far greater than that posed by the Fiend. If we destroy him now, it will start something that will finish us all, one way or the other. It’s best that
he
rules, because the alternative is far worse, believe me.’

I wondered why Grimalkin hadn’t told me that. When she was feeling better I would ask her.

‘What could be worse than a new age of darkness, Alice? There’ll be daemons roaming the land. The Old God Golgoth could bring perpetual winter. People would freeze to death – and starve, because it’d be too cold for crops to grow. We’re not just talking about men and women. What about all the children who’d die – don’t you care about them?’

‘People can endure an age of darkness – it’s happened before. But they won’t survive the new dark god who’d replace the Fiend. He’s worshipped by creatures called the Kobalos, who ain’t human. He and his servants plan to wipe half the human race – the men – off the face of the earth. There’d be no mercy for male children, either. Only the women would live on in slavery – they’d be better off dead! So it’s better to put up with the Fiend.’

‘You say that Grimalkin detected this threat from the north. If so, why is she still fighting the Fiend? You both have the same information, so why is she behaving differently?’

‘You can guess the answer to that, Tom. Don’t need to think too hard, do you? Grimalkin is a law unto herself. She does what she pleases, whether it makes sense or not. The Fiend murdered her baby, and for most of her life she’s been driven by revenge. She doesn’t care what nightmare replaces the Fiend. She don’t care what horrors befall the human race. All that matters to her is destroying the Fiend and paying him back for what he did. Nothing else counts.’

Alice’s words troubled me. Suddenly I remembered that I had heard of the Kobalos before. I’d read of them in the Spook’s Bestiary. What she said had a ring of truth, but I couldn’t accept that justification for what she was doing.

‘You’re just doing it for Lukrasta, aren’t you, Alice?’ I jibed. ‘You no longer have a mind of your own – you’re in thrall to his power! Leave him, I beg you. It’s still not too late.’

‘I ain’t in thrall to anybody. Lukrasta and me are partners – we’re equals. We look after each other.’

‘How can you say that, when you’ve only just met him? We’ve known each other for years and been through so much. Isn’t our bond stronger?’

‘Sorry to have to tell you this, Tom, but the moment I met Lukrasta, something changed inside me. I’d been gathering my power and getting ready to attempt the
Doomdryte
ritual, and that tipped me over the edge so that I joined the dark. And when I opened the book, there he was – my other half, the mage I was always destined to be with. It happened in an instant, and now there’s no going back! Look at this!’ Alice cried.

She lifted her dress with her free hand and pointed to a circular mark on the outside of her left thigh.

‘Know what that is, Tom?’

I shook my head, staring at it in dismay and knowing that what she was about to tell me would be bad.

‘When I was young, it was just a thin crescent, but each time I used dark magic, it grew. First it turned into a half-moon and then a gibbous moon; the moment I met Lukrasta it became full – it’s the sign that I belong to the dark. Note it well – it shows the truth about me!’

‘Leave him, Alice,’ I begged, tears coming into my eyes. ‘We’ve always been close friends. Come back to me.’

Alice’s face twisted with fury and she allowed her dress to fall below her knees once more. Now it really was as if Bony Lizzie were looking out of her eyes.

‘Why should I leave Lukrasta for you? Why should I leave a strong man for a scrawny boy!’ she cried.

‘We are meant to be together, Alice,’ I told her, my throat tightening with emotion so that my voice wobbled. Why did she have to be so hurtful?

But I no longer believed what I’d just said. I could hear the pleading note in my voice and I didn’t like it. As Alice replied, anger began to fill me.

‘You and me together? That ain’t possible!’ she mocked. ‘Don’t make me laugh! What woman in her right mind would want to spend her life with a spook? Stop begging, Tom, it don’t suit you. But now I’m going to ask something of you. Spent a lot of time together, we have. You’re not my enemy, Tom, and you never will be. So please, just accept things.’

‘I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to stop you!’ I shouted. ‘And as soon as I see the mage, he’s as good as dead!’

‘You’re little better than a child, with a child’s simple thoughts and needs. Keep away from Lukrasta, or it’s you that’ll die – or suffer an even worse fate. He’s not a man to meddle with. He don’t know the meaning of the word “mercy”. That’s why I came for the Fiend’s head instead of him. I didn’t want any of you hurt. Lukrasta wouldn’t have cared!’

‘Give me the sack, Alice. Just put it down on the grass and I’ll let you go.’

Alice laughed long and loud at that, the ugly sound echoing through the trees. ‘You can’t hurt me. One twitch of my little finger and you’d be burned to a frazzle – nothing left but ashes. No, I don’t even need to make a sign. Don’t need to speak spells either. Just have to think it, I do. If I wish it, you’ll be dead and gone.’

‘Do you think it’ll be that easy, Alice?’ My voice was hardly more than a whisper. ‘Lukrasta tried to kill me on the steps, didn’t he? He tried and failed. I’ve Mam’s power inside me. I won’t die that easily, and you know it. And now it’s your turn . . .’

With those words I plunged my staff into the ground at my side and swiftly reached into my breeches pocket for my silver chain. Within a second it was coiled about my left hand, ready for throwing.

Under the Spook’s guidance I’d spent many long hours practising with my chain. I’d begun by casting against a post in the garden until I could encircle it over and over again, never once missing. Then I’d progressed to throwing the chain on the run, and then against other people I was chasing. Mostly my target had been John Gregory, but I’d also practised with Alice.

I took a a deep breath, held it and cast my chain at her now. She wasn’t moving. It was an easy shot. The silver chain whirled aloft, then descended, lit by a shaft of moonlight into a gleaming spiral.

The result was excellent. It dropped down on target to enclose Alice perfectly. The lower section of chain pinned her arms to her sides, while the upper part tightened against her teeth to prevent her from speaking spells of dark magic.

Alice gave a soft little cry before she was silenced by the chain, and she fell to her knees, staring up at me with wide eyes.

My own eyes brimmed over with tears that trickled down my cheeks and I gave a sob of anguish. How had it finally come to this? Never in my wildest and darkest nightmares had I envisioned binding Alice. Yes, I had practised, but this was for real.

And what would happen now? Must I put her in a pit? Must I do what I had often struggled to persuade my master not to do?

I stared down at Alice, my vision blurred. Then I noticed that, despite the chain, her left hand was still holding the hessian sack. I reached forward to snatch it from her . . . and then it happened. Alice vanished.