“Then Mum said, ‘Go to bed, darling. Have an early night. You were up till all hours yesterday.’
“So I said I would go to bed (and I did in the end, didn’t I?) and went slouching off. It wasn’t hard to look tired after all the pulling at Maree I’d done, and all the running to get back. They stood watching me. I had to go all round all the corners on the top floor. Seven right-angles. I ran as soon as I was out of their sight, but I still only just made it back to Rupert’s room before they sent Rob off without me. Rupert says I must have broken a fairly strong compulsion-working in order to come back, but I didn’t notice. I think I may have been quite used to breaking compulsions put on me.
“I know it gave me an awful shock when Gram White suddenly came round the corner and shot at Rob. Rob too. Neither of us had ever had anything like that happen to us before. We couldn’t wait to get our handfuls of seeds and our candles lit. Then we pushed off at once. I knew the room door was open behind us, and I kept expecting Gram White to come through behind us, shooting. I didn’t relax until we were well down the first hill.
“Carrying those candles made a lot of difference. The road was far easier to see. You could even see vague, shivering grass on both sides. And it didn’t seem to matter how fast we went. The candles didn’t blow out. There wasn’t any wind, even from moving. The flames just went straight up. Rob went at a fast walk and I sort of trotted. And in no time at all we were through the dead river and going down towards the bridge where they’d sent me back. I asked Rob if it had seemed a long way and he said no. He was limping a bit, but not badly. It was mostly the stitches dragging, he said.
“When we came down to the bridge, my heart did strange things – sort of hopped up into my throat and then kicked in down in the right place but going like crazy – because I couldn’t see Maree. But she was there. She was in the black shadow at the gate, hanging on to the grille with her fingers and talking to the guardian on the other side.
“‘It’s the frustration that does it,’ I heard her saying. ‘Everything went wrong lately.’ Then she heard Rob’s hooves and turned round slowly, as if she couldn’t believe it. ‘Rob!’ she said. ‘And candles! Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick. Are they important?’ From then on, she was talking almost normally, except that nearly everything she said was peculiar.
“‘Candles, water and a handful of grain with salt,’ Rob said.
“‘What about air?’ Maree said.
“‘Our own breath,’ Rob said. Being mage-trained, I suppose he knew better than me what Maree was on about.
“We tried to fix her up with her candle and grain, but she insisted on checking Rob’s side first. She said she hoped he wouldn’t have to put too much strain on it. But finally we got her to put a bottle of water into her jacket pocket – I took one too – and take the grain and the candle. It was creepy when we lit her candle. She went whiter all over, and a bit luminous, as if the candle was lighting her from inside, not outside.
“When we looked away from Maree, there was no grille across the bridge and no one standing there. Not even the two statues. We shrugged at one another and walked out across the bridge. Rob’s hooves didn’t make as much noise there as you’d suppose. In fact, everything was nearly noiseless. That big full river rushing below didn’t make a sound. The bridge was as broad as a main road and it arched uphill, and it all seemed easy enough until we’d come to the top of the arch and were going down the other side.
“Then it all went weird.
“For a start, the bridge only seemed to be there where the candles lit it. Everything was like that from then on. After a while we got used to taking our own lighted space of realness with us, and it was just the way things were, but then, not having seen anything like it before, we were pretty frightened. You looked up, and there was black nothing beyond a few feet of perfectly good road. You had to keep your eyes on the lighted bit. But you couldn’t look straight down. The candles spread a ring of shadows round your feet, and the shadows were black nothing too. It was worst underneath Rob’s body. He seemed to be walking on an oblong of emptiness. When he saw he was, he braced all his hooves and just stood there, panic all over him. His tail at the end of him lashed. But Maree and I were nearly as bad.
“‘We – we have to keep going,’ Rob said at last.
“‘The only way to go on is to go on,’ Maree said.
“So we got going, creeping along, afraid we were going to go down into the emptiness every next step.
“As if that wasn’t enough, there was a feeling from under the lighted part as if the emptiness was waiting for us to fall through. It was an emptiness that was alive. I can’t describe it, though I knew it was black and pointed – it was worse than any of Dad’s demons. We all knew it was alive. We heard it shifting and creaking and felt cold breathing up from it. It kept level with us under our feet.
“Rob said, sort of inching along sideways, with his teeth shut, ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened in my life.’
“‘Good,’ said Maree. ‘I’ve been dying to say that too.’
“I couldn’t speak.
“Then it got worse because, the nearer we came to the other side, the more broken up the bridge was. It was in pieces like ice-floes. Down in between the pieces the emptiness waited for us to fall. And we only saw each new piece as our candles came near enough to light it. Some of this was worse for me and Maree, like the time the next floe was a huge stride away, and we had both hands full and couldn’t hold on to one another for balance. You just more or less shut your eyes and stepped long and hoped. Some of it was worse for Rob, when the pieces were small and irregularly spaced. He had to sort of tiptoe, hoof by hoof. Once or twice his eyes rolled and I thought he was going to go berserk. But we all managed, piece by piece, and after what seemed miles of it, we saw the carved pillars at the end of the bridge. We went between them and on to firm ground with a rush.
“It was no better there, just different.
“The road we lit up with our candles was really only a path, partly overgrown with gorse bushes or brambles or something, and some of these were taller than Rob. The spines were fierce. Rob had a bad time there, because he wouldn’t turn sideways like Maree and I could. Then, when there were gaps in the bushes, there was a vicious wind. The candle flames fair roared sideways in it. Even so, the candles never blew out. We gave up trying to shield the flames after a while. It was very awkward anyway with the hand you were trying to use full of grain. Besides, we needed that fist, all of us, to push the thorns back with.
“I can’t remember when our clothes disappeared, but they went, shoes and all, at some stage. At first I just felt perishing cold. Then a dirty great bramble went clawing straight across my belly and I realised I was stark naked. Maree was naked too, up in front of me, looking more luminous than ever, and when I looked round, I saw Rob had lost his shirt. I was absolutely freezing by then. I could hear Rob’s teeth chattering. Maree was chanting out, ‘This is so embarrassing, this is so emba
rrassing!’ but actually I thought having no shoes was worst. The stones in the path were sharper than the thorns, and there were dead thorns down there too. It was so awful, I did wonder about turning round and going back, to tell the truth. But I remembered the bridge.
“After an age, the path ran through a sort of clearing in the bushes where the wind was worse than ever. There was something pale there, sort of darting and fluttering at us just ahead. We all saw it at once. I yelled. Maree stopped. Rob nearly gibbered, ‘What’s that?’ It looked demonic.
“‘It looks like the week’s washing coming for us to kill us!’ Maree said. ‘Oh!’ And then she went rushing towards the flapping things, crying out, ‘This aye night, this aye night!’
“‘What is it?’ Rob shivered.
“‘Fire and flete and candle-light!’ Maree yelled up ahead. ‘Come on, idiots, it’s clothes!’
“We went over there and – well, I know we weren’t anywhere ordinary, but I could hardly believe it all the same – the clothes caught on the bushes were Maree’s old skirt and sweater, and the jeans and sweatshirt I’d given her to take down to the charity shop. It made me think a bit. Down on the ground were quite a lot of old shoes. There wasn’t much point wondering how they’d come there. We stuck our candles in the ground and got into the things one-handed. I used a sharp stone to make a hole in the toes of the biggest pair of trainers. That was so awkward that I didn’t care about rhymes and spells any more. I stuff the grains in my pocket so I could work on the shoes with both hands. Then I realised that my little bottle of water had gone with my other clothes. I looked round to tell Rob, and there he was, shaking all over, with his arms wrapped round his top half, and no clothes in the bushes to help him get warm.