'Stop talkin' about my dad like that!'
Glenda took Trev's arm. 'It's okay, Trev, it's all right, it's not a nasty question, really it isn't!'
'But you hate him, because he became a mortal man, dying on the cobbles,' said Nutt, picking up another undribbled candle.
'That is nasty,' said Glenda. Nutt ignored her.
'He let you down, Mister Trev. He wasn't the small boy's god. It turned out that he was only a man. But he was not only a man. Everyone who has ever watched a game in this city has heard of Dave Likely. If he was a fool, then any man who has ever climbed a mountain or swum a torrent is a fool. If he was a fool then so was the man who first tried to tame fire. If he was a fool then so was the man who tried the first oyster, he was a fool, too¨Calthough I'm bound to remark that, given the division of labour in early hunter-gatherer cultures, he was probably a woman as well. Perhaps only a fool gets out of bed. But, after death, some fools shine like stars, and your father is such a one. After death, people forget the foolishness, but they do remember the shine. You could not have done anything. You could not have stopped him. If you could have stopped him he would not have been Dave Likely, a name that means football to thousands of people.' Nutt very carefully put down a beautifully dribbled candle and continued. 'Think about this, Mister Trev. Don't be smart. Smart is only a polished version of dumb. Try intelligence. It will surely see you through.'
'That's just a load of words!' said Trev hotly, but Glenda saw the glistening lines down his cheeks.
'Please think about them, Mister Trev,' said Nutt and added, 'There, I have done a complete basket. That is worth.'
It was the calmness. Nutt had been spinning, almost sick with anxiety. He'd been repeating himself, as if he'd had to learn things for a teacher. And then he was otherwise¨Ctotally reserved and collected.
Glenda looked from Trev to Nutt and back again. Trev's mouth hung open. She didn't blame it. What Nutt had said with quiet matter-of-factness had sounded like not an opinion but the truth, winched out of some deep well.
Then Trev broke the silence, speaking as if hypnotized, his voice hoarse.
'He gave me his old jersey when I was five. It was like a tent. I mean, it was so greasy I never got wet - ' He stopped.
After a moment Glenda pushed at his elbow. 'He's gone all stiff,' she said, 'as stiff as a piece of wood.'
'Ah, catatonic,' said Nutt. 'He is overwhelmed by his feelings. We should lay him down.'
'These old mattresses they sleep on in here are rubbish!' said Glenda, looking around for a better alternative to cold flagstones.
'I know the very thing!' said Nutt, suddenly all action and plunging off down the passage. This left Glenda still holding a rigid Trev when Juliet appeared from the direction of the kitchens. She stopped instantly when she saw them, and burst into tears.
'He's dead, isn't he?'
'Er, no - ' Glenda began.
'I talked to some of the bakery lads coming in to work and they're telling me there's been fights all over the city and someone got himself murdered!'
'Trev's just had a bit of a shock, that's all. Mister Nutt's gone to find something for him to lie down on.'
'Oh.' Juliet sounded a little disappointed, presumably because 'a bit of a shock' was not sufficiently dramatic, but she rallied just as a loud, rough and uniquely wooden noise from the other direction heralded Nutt pushing a large couch, which shuddered to a halt in front of them.
'There's a big room piled up with old furniture up the hall,' he said, patting the faded velvet. 'It's a bit musty, but I think all the mice have fallen out on the way here. Quite a find actually. I believe it is a chaise longue from the workshop of the famous Gurning Upspire. I think I can probably restore it later. Let him down gently.'
'What happened to him?' said Juliet.
'Oh, the truth can be a little bit upsetting,' said Nutt. 'But he will get over it and feel better.'
'I would very much like to know the truth myself, Mister Nutt, thank you very much,' said Glenda, folding her arms and trying to look stern while all the time a voice in her head was whispering Chaise longue! Chaise longue! When no one else is here you can have a go at languishing!
'It's a kind of medicine with words,' said Nutt, carefully. 'Sometimes people fool themselves into believing things that aren't true. Sometimes that can be quite dangerous for the person. They see the world in a wrong way. They won't let themselves see that what they believe is wrong. But often there is a part of the mind that does know, and the right words can let it out.' He gave them a worried look.
'Well, that's nice,' said Juliet.
'It sounds like hocus pocus to me,' said Glenda. 'Folk know their own minds!' She folded her arms again, and saw Nutt glance at them.
'Well?' she demanded. 'Haven't you ever seen elbows before?'
'Never such pretty dimpled ones, Miss Glenda, on such tightly folded arms.'
Up until that point Glenda had never realized that Juliet had such a dirty laugh, to which, Glenda fervently hoped, she was not entitled.