Dark Ages. John Pritchard
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‘Not to us.’
They tracked it over Imber Firs, where Cruise had lurked before; past Strip Wood, like a dark Mohican haircut on its hill; and finally it veered away, and faded in the grey haze to the north.
‘Men have grown wise,’ said Athelgar softly.
Fran let that pass without comment.
The end of the hike came suddenly, and caught her by surprise. The road began descending, turned a comer – and the Heytes-bury vedette was up ahead. The walk had been interminable, yet now it seemed cut short. Fran stopped beside the barrier; the dull green sentry hut was locked and empty. Beyond, the road ran down to meet a farmer’s sloping fields, and turned into another country lane.
As soon as she stopped moving, the weariness caught up. She felt her legs solidify like lead. She leaned against the grassy bank, and looked at Athelgar.
‘How far are you going?’
‘No further. I will turn again. No hand shall be against you from here on.’
She blinked at him; then looked back up the road. The thought of all that emptiness they’d come through … She swallowed, looked away again. Maybe not so empty, after all.
‘What about me?’ she murmured.
He gave her a sidelong glance. ‘The road is hard and grievous, Lady Frances; and many lifetimes longer than today’s.’
‘Meaning what?’ she asked. ‘That I should go home and forget it?’
He looked at her full on, and then spoke grimly. ‘You know the Ravens’ calling: death and terror. Our way is paved with corpses. It is no road for one like you to walk.’
Chastened, she moved back a step – but couldn’t keep from staring. ‘You think I can run into you, and then just walk away?’
‘Always shall we need your prayers. Watch over us in spirit. But with us, in the flesh, you may be harmed.’
But even as he spoke the words, his eyes were full of need – like somebody who’d had his fill of wandering alone. She stood there, gazing up at him, and felt a rush of feeling: delayed reaction, bursting through at last. Not disbelief, or even fear, but sheer exhilaration – the like of which she hadn’t felt since roaring down the highway after Cruise.
But even more exciting was the sense of being called. The heady thrill of Heaven’s Field. My Lady. Come with me.
She’d never felt so honoured – or protected. The violence that he’d talked about seemed mythic and unreal. Whatever journey he was on, it led to magic places. If the shadows were still out there, she could face them at his side.
She raised herself, and took hold of his coat. ‘I want to come.’
‘So let it be,’ he said after a pause. ‘There are things which I must seek amid the downland. Give me leave to see the way is clear, then come to me again.’
Swallowing, she eased away. ‘When?’
‘When the moon is round.’
Her heart was really thumping now. ‘And … where do I find you?’
‘There is a hamlet I have passed through, called Tils-Head. The downs are all around it. Seek me there.’
Fran nodded, knowing Tilshead well. She hadn’t a clue when the next full moon was. Perhaps Lyn had an almanac or something.
A silence fell between them, almost awkward. The parting of the ways, she thought – and felt it like a wrench.
‘Going to see me to the road?’ she asked.
He nodded, and they crossed the line together: followed the leafy lane towards the grumbling main road. The windswept downland fell behind, and neither of them looked back. Though every instinct warned her that she should.
3
‘I’m going to be quite late,’ she said to Lyn. ‘Expect me when you see me, I should think.’
‘Oh Fran … Are you all right?’
‘Yeah,’ Fran said, and realized she was grinning. Euphoria fizzed inside her, like she hadn’t felt for years. Top of the world – on tiptoe. Later would be time enough to think about the drop.
‘I’ve missed the bus from Heytesbury,’ she gushed, ‘that’s all. I’ll have to walk to Warminster, and catch the train from there.’
‘Is it far?’
‘Not very.’ Though the way her swollen feet felt now, she’d have a job to manage half a mile.
‘So how did it go?’ Lyn asked, still sounding anxious.
‘Really well. I think I’ve worked it out.’ She peered out through the glass of the telephone box. Across the busy A-road, at the mouth of the lane, his figure was just visible: still watching.
‘I’m so glad, Fran. I’ve been thinking about you lots today.’ Fran could hear the relief in her friend’s soft voice, and picture it on her face. Her love for Lyn just added to the inner glow she felt. But her stare remained fixed on the dark shape in the lane.
‘I’ll tell you more about it when I get back,’ she promised. Though not everything, of course. Least of all the part that would make Lyn think she’d flipped her lid completely.
She talked, and gazed at Athelgar – until he turned away. Back towards the range, and all its ghosts. With clouds now over everything, the evening had come early. The lane was full of shadows, and they sucked him in at once.
Do your nightmares tear you apart?
Do you wake up screaming, shouting in the dark?
Do the demons keep you awake?
Does the clock tick more slowly with every breath you take?
THE LEVELLERS
Dear Craig
Hellooooo, gorgeous! Sorry that I haven’t been in touch. I hope you had a good flight back. I’m really missing you.
I know you’re wondering how things went, down on the Plain. Well, I walked across the Imber range, from Bratton down to Heytesbury. I took the ‘American Road’ (of course!) – right past the place where D-Flight got ambushed by their own blokes back in February 89. The mission when you asked me out, in case you don’t remember.
I’m on a bit of a high at the moment (have you noticed?!). I’ve got things sorted out at last – more than I dared hope. Have you ever felt there’s more to life than any of us dreamed! I won’t go on about it, though. You’d really think I’d lost it if I did.
Lynnie sends her love. She’s thinking a lot about her brother Martin at the moment. The family’s lost touch with him, and she just got a card at Christmas time. He didn’t give his address – nor a reason why he simply upped and went. The silence is the worst bit: the not knowing. I hope that I can cheer her up. She’s done so much for me.
Write soon!
Love,
Your pinko commie peacenik girlfriend
Frannie
PS. What do you mean, the Air Force checks your mail??