‘It didn’t want to. It didn’t know how people work.’
‘That was a fine load of o’ blethers ye gave it, at any rate,’ said Rob admiringly. ‘Not
even a gonnagle could make up a load o’ blethers like that.’
Tiffany wondered if it had been. Once, when the wandering teachers had come to the
village, she had paid half a dozen eggs for a morning’s education on ***Wonders of the
Univers!!*** That was expensive, for education, but it had been thoroughly worth it.
The teacher had been a little bit crazy, even for a teacher, but what he’d said had
seemed to make absolute sense. One of the most amazing things about the universe,
he had said, was that, sooner or later, everything is made of everything else, although
it’ll probably take millions and millions of years for this to happen. The other
children had giggled or argued, but Tiffany knew that what had once been tiny living
creatures was now the chalk of the hills. Everything went round, even stars.
That had been a very good morning, especially since she’d been refunded half an
egg for pointing out that ‘Universe’ had been spelled wrong.
Was it true? Maybe that didn’t matter. Maybe it just had to be true enough for
Arthur.
Her eyes, the inner eyes that opened twice, were beginning to close. She could
feel the power draining away. You couldn’t stay in that state for long. You
became so aware of the universe that you stopped being aware of you. How clever of
humans to have learned how to close their minds. Was there anything so amazing
in the universe as boredom?
She sat down, just for a moment, and picked up a handful of the sand. It rose above
her hand, twisting
like smoke, reflecting the starlight, then settled back as if it had all the time in the
world.
She had never felt this tired.
She still heard the inner voices. The hiver had left memories behind, just a few. She
could remember when there had been no stars and when there had been no such
thing as ‘yesterday’. She knew what was beyond the sky and beneath the grass. But
she couldn’t remember when she had last slept, properly slept, in a bed. Being
unconscious didn’t count. She closed her eyes, and closed her eyes again-
Someone kicked her hard on the foot.
‘Dinnae gae to sleep!’ Rob Anybody shouted. ‘Not here! Ye cannae gae to sleep here]
Rise an’ shine!’
Still feeling muzzy, Tiffany pushed herself back onto her feet, through gentle swirls
of rising dust, and turned to the dark door.
It wasn’t there.
There were her footprints in the sand, but they went only a few feet and, anyway,
were slowly disappearing. There was nothing around her but dead desert, for ever.
She turned back to look towards the distant mountains, but her view was blocked by
a tall figure, all in black, holding a scythe. It hadn’t been there before.
GOOD AFTERNOON, said Death.
Chapter 12
Egress
Tiffany stared up into a black hood. There was a skull in it, but the eye sockets glowed
blue.
At least bones had never frightened Tiffany. They were only chalk that had walked
around.
‘Are you-?’ she began, but Rob Anybody gave a yell and leaped straight for the
hood.
There was a thud. Death took a step backwards and raised a skeletal hand to his
cowl. He pulled out Rob Anybody by his hair and held him at arm’s length while
the Nac Mac Feegle cursed and kicked.
is THIS YOURS? Death asked Tiffany. The voice was heavy and all around her, like
thunder.
‘No. Er . . . he’s his.’
I WAS NOT EXPECTING A NAC MAC FEEGLE TODAY, Said Death, OTHERWISE I WOULD
HAVE WORN PROTECTIVE CLOTHING, HA HA.
‘They do fight a lot,’ Tiffany admitted. ‘You are Death, aren’t you? I know this
might sound a silly question.’
YOU ARE NOT AFRAID?
‘Not yet. But, er . . . which way to the egress, please?’
There was a pause. Then Death said, in a puzzled voice: ISN’T THAT A FEMALE EAGLE?
‘No,’ said Tiffany. ‘Everyone thinks that. Actually, it’s the way out. The exit.’
Death pointed, with the hand that still held the incandescently angry Rob Anybody.
THAT WAY. YOU HAVE TO WALK THE DESERT.
‘All the way to the mountains?’
YES. BUT ONLY THE DEAD CAN TAKE THAT WAY.
‘Ye’ve got ta’ let me go sooner or later, ye big ‘natomy!’ yelled Rob Anybody. ‘And
then ye’re gonna get sich a kickin’!’
‘There was a door here!’ said Tiffany.
AH YES, said Death, BUT THERE ARE RULES, THAT WAS
A WAY IN, YOU SEE.
‘What’s the difference?’
A FAIRLY IMPORTANT ONE, I’M SORRY TO SAY. YOU WILL HAVE TO SEE YOURSELVES OUT. DO NOT
FALL ASLEEP HERE. SLEEP HERE NEVER ENDS.
Death vanished. Rob Anybody dropped to the sand and came up ready to fight, but
they were alone.
‘Ye’ll have to make a door oot,’ he said.
‘I don’t know how! Rob, I told you not to come with me. Can’t you get out?’
‘Aye. Probably. But I’ve got to see ye safe. The
kelda put a geas on me. I must save the hag o’ the hills.’
‘Jeannie told you that?’
‘Aye. She was verra definite,’ said Rob Anybody.
Tiffany slumped down onto the sand again. It fountained up around her.
‘I’ll never get out,’ she said. How to get in, yes, that wasn’t hard . . .
She looked around. They weren’t obvious, but there were occasional changes in the
light, and little puffs of dust.
People she couldn’t see were walking past her. People were crossing the desert.
Dead people, going to find out what was beyond the mountains . . .
I’m eleven, she thought. People will be upset. She thought about the farm, and how
her mother and father would react. But there wouldn’t be a body, would there? So
people would hope and hope that she’d come back and was just . .. missing, like old
Mrs Happens in the village, who lit a candle in the window every night for her son
who’d been lost at sea thirty years ago.
She wondered if Rob could send a message, but what could she say? I’m not dead,
I’m just stuck’?
‘I should have thought of other people,’ she said aloud.
‘Aye, weel, ye did,’ said Rob, sitting down by her foot. ‘Yon Arthur went off happy,
and ye saved other folk fra’ being killed. Ye did what ye had to do.’
Yes, thought Tiffany. That’s what we have to do.
And there’s no one to protect you, because you ‘re the one who’s supposed to do that sort
of thing.
But her Second Thoughts said: I’m glad I did it. I’d do it again. I stopped the hiver
killing anyone else, even though we led it right into the Trials. And that thought was
followed by a space. There should have been another thought, but she was too tired
to have it. It had been important.
‘Thank you for coming, Rob,’ she said. ‘But when . . . you can leave, you must go
straight back to Jeannie, understand? And tell her I’m grateful she sent you. Say I
wish we’d had a chance to get to know one another better.’
‘Oh, aye. I’ve sent the lads back anyway. Hamish is waitin’ for me.’
At which point the door appeared, and opened.
Granny Weatherwax stepped through and beckoned urgently.
‘Some people don’t have the sense they were born with! Come on, right now!’ she
commanded. Behind her, the door started to swing shut, but she swung round savagely
and rammed her boot against the jamb, shouting, ‘Oh, no you don’t, you sly devil!’
‘But . . . I thought there were rules!’ said Tiffany, getting up and hurrying forward,
all tiredness suddenly gone. Even a tired body wants to survive.
‘Oh? Really?’ said Granny. ‘Did you sign anything? Did you take any kind of oath?
No? Then they weren’t your rules! Quickly, now! And you, Mr Anyone!’
Rob Anybody jumped onto her boot just before she pulled it away. The door shut
with another click, disappeared and left them in . . . dead light, it seemed, a space of grey air.
‘Won’t take long,’ said Granny Weatherwax. ‘It doesn’t usually. It’s the world getting
back into line. Oh, don’t look like that. You showed it the Way, right? Out of pity.
Well, I know this path already. You’ll tread it again, no doubt, for some other poor
soul, open the door for them as can’t find it. But we don’t talk about it, understand?’
‘Miss Level never-‘
‘We don’t talk about it, I said,’ said Granny Weatherwax. ‘Do you know what a part
of being a witch is? It’s making the choices that have to be made. The hard choices.
But you did . . . quite well. There’s no shame in pity.’