Gabriel and the Phantom Sleepers. Jenny Nimmo
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up wind, rain, hurricanes, thunder and lightning at will. The trouble was that these powerful elements could also arrive unbidden, especially if the Thorssons were anxious or unwell.
‘Are you OK, Gabe?’ asked Tancred when the noise had died down.
‘I’m OK,’ said Gabriel. ‘Are you?’
‘Yes, yes. I’m fine,’ Tancred replied, and then he sneezed.
‘Bless you,’ said Gabriel. ‘Oh, I think I can see the train.’
‘OK, Gabe. Bye, then. Have a great time in the north.’
Gabriel was reluctant to let his friend go, but the train was drawing closer. Gabriel hardly had time to get his mobile into a pocket, before three carriages squealed past him into the station. A man leaned out of a window several doors down. He wore a black fur hat.
‘Gabriel!’ called the man. ‘Gabriel Silk?’
‘Yes. That’s me.’ Gabriel picked up his bag and raced towards the figure in the black hat.
The door opened and a large man stepped down on to the platform. ‘Hurry, hurry, Gabriel.’ The man had a white moustache and wore a grey tweed coat with a black fur collar. Tufts of white hair stuck out from under his hat.
‘Good to meet you, Gabriel,’ said Albert when Gabriel had reached him. ‘I’m Albert Blackstaff.’ He gripped Gabriel’s free hand, shook it heartily and climbed back into the train. Gabriel leapt up the steps after him.
Albert led the way to a seat with a table. There were only two or three others in the carriage, and then the woman in the red coat came in. She looked at Gabriel who quickly shuffled away from her gaze and towards a window seat. He lifted his bag on to the table and sat behind it. Albert took the seat opposite and winked at him. ‘Precious cargo,’ he whispered.
‘Yes.’ Gabriel nodded. He felt foolish because surely no one had followed him, and who was there to steal the bag? Surely not the woman in the red coat.
It was a long journey. Gabriel had been prepared for that, but he found his companion’s silence a bit disturbing. Gabriel had expected him to be a bit more chatty. Almost as soon as they sat down Albert produced a newspaper, shook it out and held it up before him.
Gabriel read his book, an adventure involving pirates and parrots. When he was tired of that, he pulled a bag of sandwiches out of his pocket. They were slightly squashed but still fresh, and Gabriel thought them worth offering.
‘Have a sandwich,’ he said, holding the bag out to Albert.
The big man shook his paper and peered round the side of it. ‘What?’
‘Sandwich?’ said Gabriel. ‘Cheese and tomato, Mum made them.’
‘Ah.’ Albert eyed the sandwiches and frowned. ‘No thanks, Gabriel. I’ll wait.’ He took off his fur hat, revealing a mop of thick white hair. ‘Getting a bit hot in here.’
‘Are you going to Meldon as well? I forgot to ask Dad.’
‘No, not Meldon.’ Albert obviously thought that was enough information.
Gabriel tried to start another conversation. ‘Dad says we met when I was five, but I can’t really remember.’
‘Oh, I can, Gabriel. You were a very bonny little lad.’
‘I must have changed a lot.’ Gabriel hadn’t meant to sound surprised, but he knew he had been anything but a bonny little lad.
‘We all change,’ Albert said cheerfully. ‘Get on well with your Uncle Jack, do you?’
‘He’s OK.’ Gabriel didn’t like to mention his uncle’s problem. ‘My cousin Sadie’s great. She can cook anything.’
‘Anything?’ Albert raised an eyebrow.
‘Well, almost anything,’ Gabriel amended.
‘Ah.’ Albert disappeared behind his newspaper again.
Gabriel ate a sandwich and went back to his book.
It began to get dark. In the weak light Gabriel could see winter trees swaying in a fierce north wind.
‘Looks cold out there,’ he muttered.
‘Mm?’ Albert lowered his paper and, giving Gabriel a friendly smile, said, ‘Get me some tea, would you, Gabriel? Milk, no sugar. And a cake, anything chocolate. And something for yourself, here.’ He felt in his pocket and produced a ten pound note. ‘Get what you want.’ He winked.
Surprised by a second wink, Gabriel took the note and made his way to the restaurant car. He ordered two chocolate muffins, a tea and an orange juice. While he was waiting, the woman in the red coat came in and stood behind him. ‘Be careful,’ she said.
Gabriel thought she was warning him not to spill the tea. He was making his way back to his seat, and just crossing the gap between coaches, when suddenly a man leapt in front of him. Where he had come from Gabriel couldn’t guess. He recoiled from the man’s awful smell, almost dropping his tray. The stranger wore a long, hooded cloak, his pale eyes bulged out of leathery-looking skin and his wrinkled cheeks hung over his jaws like shrivelled balloons.
‘Fool!’ spat the man. ‘Do thy duty.’
‘Gabriel was too shocked to move. ‘Wha . . .? he mumbled.
‘Dost thou forget thou art Keeper?’ grunted the apparition.
‘No . . . no,’ croaked Gabriel.
‘Aiee!’ cried the hooded man. ‘Stop them, or ‘twill be the worse for thee.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said Gabriel, almost tearfully.
The hooded man growled, showing long cabbage-coloured teeth, but all at once a sharp voice said, ‘Leave the boy alone,’ and the woman in the red coat strode past Gabriel. She prodded the stranger in the chest, saying, ‘Go away. Leave him alone.’
A dreadful sound came from the man. A long, gasping intake of breath, followed by a snarl. ‘I will not harm thee this time, Keeper’s friend,’ he grunted, ‘but beware, I can do worse.’ He waved a hand of gnarled, fleshless fingers before the woman’s face, then his eyes rolled back into his head, and he vanished.
Gabriel’s hands began to shake. The woman in the red coat seemed unable to move. She stared at the space the hooded figure had occupied, her hand still locked on to her cup of tea. Her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were wide and fixed.
‘Was . . .? I mean . . . are you?’ Gabriel stuttered.
The woman remained in a sort of frozen state, unable to respond in any way, almost as though Gabriel wasn’t there.
Gabriel felt he should give her a nudge, or pat her hand, anything to shake her out of her trance, or whatever it was, but he was afraid of spilling Albert’s tea. So he just stood beside the woman, who, after all, had saved him from something definitely nasty. ‘Er . . . are you?’ he said hesitantly. ‘No, that’s silly, you’re definitely not all right, are you?’
‘Oh!’ The woman gave a long sigh and turned to Gabriel. ‘Whatever happened?’
‘There was a horrible-looking thing here,’ said Gabriel. ‘It waved its hand and then it kind of vanished.’
‘Of course. How could I forget? You go back to your seat, Gabriel. I’m quite all right now.’
‘Are you sure?’ Gabriel wondered how she knew his name.
‘Yes, yes. But I’m new to the job, and I’d rather you didn’t mention my little – er – moment of weakness.’ The woman had a warm, friendly smile.
‘Who would I mention it to?’ asked Gabriel.
‘Oh, never mind.’ She was quite young, Gabriel reckoned. He thought he’d