Hmm.
And then she approaches, cautiously. It's not the caution of a rabbit about to run. It's closer to the way a hunter moves.
She puts her hands on her hips, such as they are.
There's a skylark in the hot summer sky. Apart from that, there's no sound. Down in the little valley, and higher in the hills, grasshoppers are sizzling and bees are buzzing and the grass is alive with micro-noise. But it's always quiet around the stones.
“I'm here,” she says. “Show me.”
A figure of a dark-haired woman in a red dress appears inside the circle. The circle is wide enough to throw a stone across, but somehow the figure manages to approach from a great distance.
Other people would have run away. But the girl doesn't, and the woman in the circle is immediately interested. “So you're real, then.”
“Of course. What is your name, girl?”
“Esmerelda.”
“And what do you want?”
“I don't want anything.”
“Everyone wants something. Otherwise, why are you here?”
“I just wanted to find out if you was real.”
“To you, certainly . . . you have good sight.” The girl nods. You could bounce rocks off her pride. “And now you have learned this,” said the woman in the circle, “what is it that you really want?”
“Nothing.”
“Really? Last week you went all the way up to the mountains above Copperhead to talk to the trolls. What did you want from them?”
The girl put her head on one side.
“How do you know I did that?”
“It's at the top of your mind, girl. Anyone could see it. Anyone with . . . good sight.”
“I shall be able to do that one day,” said the girl smugly.
“Who knows? Possibly. What did you want from the trolls?”
“I . . . wanted to talk to them. D'you know they think time goes backward? Because you can see the past, they say, and-”
The woman in the circle laughed.
“But they are like the stupid dwarfs! All they are interested in is pebbles. There is nothing of interest in pebbles.”
The girl gives a kind of one-shoulder uni-shrug, as if indicating that pebbles may be full of quiet interest.
“Why can't you come out from between the stones?”
There was a distinct impression that this was the wrong question to have asked. The woman carefully ignored it.
“I can help you find far more than pebbles,” she said.
“You can't come out of the circle, can you?”
“Let me give you what you want.”