Deryn Lake: Death and the Black Pyramid

John, remembering his previous visits to Bath and the many adventures he had had in that city, went to bed late. It seemed to him, sitting alone in a snug with a bottle of wine before he retired, that the ghosts of the past came back to haunt him. He saw Coralie as she once had been — young and fresh, vigorous and full of life, longing to taste it all, eager to build her reputation on the stage. How bitterly it all had treated her, he thought. And thinking of Coralie brought back memories of himself as a young man, relishing everything and treating the world as a huge plaything. Yet, he considered, there was no point in looking back. The secret of a successful life must surely be the ability to go forward. Then he thought of that great beau, Orlando, a doyen of Bath, who had sacrificed so much in order that others may move on and live in peace.

John sighed and taking a candle went up to his room and crept inside, careful not to wake Cuthbert who slept like a little child, his breathing light and fast, his small frame barely making a bulge in the bedclothes. Thankful that there were two beds in the chamber, John undressed and climbed in, instantly falling asleep, lulled by the wine.

He woke some hours later, listening intently, certain that he had heard a voice. Then quite distinctly somebody close to him said, ‘Take care, Fulke Bassett, take great care.’ This remark was followed by a laugh, so sinister that it made the Apothecary’s blood run cold. Reaching for the candle John struck a tinder and lit it. He looked round. The room was empty, other than for the sleeping Cuthbert Simms, who had turned over and was facing the wall. After several minutes spent sitting up in bed, gazing around him, John blew the candle out and tried to sleep. But this time it did not come easily and he lay awake in the darkness, wondering whether he had dreamt the entire incident or whether a voice had actually spoken those strange words and laughed that terrible laugh.

They set off early the next morning, before breakfast — much to the Apothecary’s chagrin — heading for Wells. Arriving there some three hours later they had a thirty minute stop and time to settle down to some serious eating. John found himself seated next to Cuthbert and felt tempted to mention to him the strange event of the previous night. Eventually he did so.

‘Did you sleep well, Mr Simms? I did not disturb you when I came to bed?’

Cuthbert turned on him a jovial little face. ‘Not at all, my dear chap, to answer your second question. As to the first, I slept soundly, though I dreamt rather a great deal.’

‘Oh really? What about?’

Simms gave a piping laugh. ‘Dashed if I can remember. By the way, did I tell you that I am heading for Lady Sidmouth’s place, just outside Exeter? I was attached to her household some years ago, but only for a short while.’

‘No, you didn’t. May I ask the purpose of your visit?’

‘Indeed you may. She has engaged me professionally, don’t you know, based on her past experience of my work. I am attempting to teach the dance to her grandchildren, one of whom is a great lumpkin of a fellow — or so I am told.’

‘I am sure you will manage splendidly,’ John replied gallantly. He paused, then said, ‘Tell me, did you hear anyone speaking in the night?’

Cuthbert gazed at him blankly. ‘Speaking? What do you mean?’

‘I don’t quite know what I mean. It’s just that I woke to hear a voice — I could have sworn it was in the room — saying something. Then the man laughed.’

‘What did it — he — say?’

‘Watch your step Fulke Bassett, or something like that.’

There was a fraction’s silence before Cuthbert said, ‘I think you must have dreamt it, my friend, because I heard nothing.’

‘Perhaps it was you talking in your sleep.’

Cuthbert adjusted his cuffs. ‘It might well have been,’ he answered lightly. ‘I told you I had a night of dreams.’

The conversation had reached a natural halt and John was trying to think of something trivial to say when a familiar voice boomed out, ‘Are, zere you are. I have found you at last.’ And with a gusty sigh Fraulein Schmitt dropped heavily into the empty seat opposite his having caught them up in record time. John remembered his manners and rose to make her a small bow, as did Cuthbert Simms. Looking down the table he saw that the others had not noticed her arrival — or at least were pretending not to do so.

She glared about her. ‘It vas very vicked of zat black man to drive off vizout me.’

Hearing a reference to himself, Jack Beef turned round and stared at her with a certain amount of foreboding. Somewhat to John’s surprise she waved a waggish finger at him and said, ‘You are a naughty, naughty boy.’

He stood up and came towards her. Then he took her hand and kissed it in what the Apothecary could only think of as an extremely theatrical manner.

‘Madam, I crave your pardon. It was very wrong of me to do what I did.’

She fluttered at him, all smiles and eyelashes. ‘I vill forgive you if you vill buy me breakfast.’

‘Nothing would give me greater pleasure.’

John was frankly astonished, firstly that she should have forgiven the Black Pyramid at all, let alone so easily. And secondly that he should have given in without saying a word in his own defence. For the journey made without her nagging presence had been peaceful and harmonious indeed. Puzzled, he looked at Cuthbert, but the little man was busily tucking into ham and eggs and did not return his gaze.

Half an hour later the coachman called them and they set off for the final leg of their journey. This took them through the rest of Somerset and finally into the mysterious county of Devon where he had spent his memorable honeymoon and had also met Elizabeth di Lorenzi for the first time.

John, sitting on the roof once more, studied the landscape and wondered for the umpteenth time why Elizabeth had sent for him. He would have thought — in view of their frank discussions on the last occasion they had met — that their relationship had sadly reached its ultimate conclusion. But obviously he was wrong. Suddenly John wanted to reach Exeter in a hurry and give thought to his future, whether it would include the Marchesa or whether he must continue on his own.

After stopping at Taunton and Collumpton — where they dined — they finally arrived in Exeter some thirteen hours after leaving Bath. Their journey ended at The Half Moon in High Street. John, miserable as the place made him, was too weary to book himself in anywhere else. For the inn brought back cruel memories of his honeymoon and Emilia’s sweet warmth and comforting presence. Yet he gallantly strode in with the others and asked for a room for the night.

Almost the entire party was present. Mrs Silverwood, as charming and capable as ever, leading Jemima by the hand; Paulina following with Fraulein Schmitt, very subdued and not questioning her luggage once. The Black Pyramid and his manager strolling in, laughing at some private joke. This left John to walk in with Cuthbert Simms and Martin Meadows. Of that strange character Mr Gorringe there was no sign.

Having secured a room — on his own he was delighted to say — John made his way to the taproom determined to raise his spirits. Mr Simms and Mr Meadows were there before him, the little man sipping a glass of port while the solicitor was imbibing a cognac. Asking if he might join them, John sat down. The dancing master was in full flow.

‘… oh yes, I was quite the talk of the town in my day. Everyone came to me — members of the nobility and even a crowned head or two. But then alas,’ He sighed, ‘fashions changed and Italian dance teachers became quite the thing. But I was delighted to say that I was taken into the household of a great merchant, to teach his offspring the Terpsichorean art. One of them was outstanding and a great beauty as well. Indeed I miss my little Helen so much.’ He sighed again and John found himself thinking that the man was very slightly tipsy. ‘She was the belle of the neighbourhood — and of London as well. And as for Bath, let me tell you that she took the place by storm. But she had other ideas and her father threatened to turn her out of the house.’