Helen Dunmore - The Complete Ingo Chronicles - Ingo, The Tide Knot, The Deep, The Crossing of Ingo, Stormswept

“The tide’s on the turn,” I say, before I know I’m going to say it. Roger glances at his watch.

“You’re dead right there,” he says, surprised. “Right to the minute. You keep your eye on the tides, then?”

“So do you.”

“I have to, I’m a diver. It’s second nature.”

“It’s first nature for Saph,” says Conor. I can’t believe he’s said that. Is he trying to give away our secrets?

“Is it?” asks Roger. He gives me a long, considering look. It occurs to me that divers probably have to be quite observant. “I’ve known people who get so that they can feel the tides, without ever needing to look at a watch or a tide-table. Lifetime of experience, I guess. But you’re a tad young for that.”

“The children have lived within the sound of the sea all their lives,” says Mum. “Children more or less grow up in the sea around here. Or at least, mine have done.”

“Can’t think of a better way to grow up,” says Roger. “Tell me, Sapphire. Does the sea sound different, when the tide turns?” He sounds as if he really wants to know, but I don’t answer. I’m struggling to listen. The noise of the sea is loud, filling my ears. Conor diverts Roger’s attention.

“I’d like to learn to dive,” he says, looking directly at Roger.

“No, you wouldn’t, Conor!” I burst out.

“You don’t know everything I want, Saph.”

“You’d need proper training,” says Roger. “How old are you now?”

“Thirteen.”

“If you’re serious, I’ll see what I can fix up. A week’s beginner course is what I’d suggest for a start.”

“I am serious,” says Conor. “I’d like to learn.”

“But it’s dangerous,” says Mum. “Isn’t it, Roger?”

“No more than anything else, if you’re careful. If you follow the rules, use your common sense and don’t take risks, you’ll be OK.”

Follow the rules. Use your common sense. Don’t take risks . Without my realising it, the roar of the sea has faded.

“But how can you discover anything, if you don’t take risks?” I ask.

Roger considers again. “Maybe there’s some truth in that. But you don’t start off by taking risks. You start off by doing all you can to minimise them. You have to know what you’re doing, go step by step, respect the force of the sea. Remember, you’re in a different world down there. An alien world. You’ll see what I mean when you make your first dive, Conor.”

“It must be beautiful,” I say innocently.

“Oh, it’s beautiful all right,” says Roger. “It’s a world of its own, what you see down there. It has its own light, not like ours. When a dustbin-lid jellyfish goes by, or even a shark – well, you see some amazing sights, I can tell you that. You have basking shark in these waters, did you know that?”

“Yes.”

“And there are weeds that grow as big as trees. It’s a another world. You have to respect the sea. We don’t belong down there. If you forget that, you’re in big trouble.”

But what you’re really doing is spying on Ingo , I say inside my head. The Mer don’t want you there. What’s so respectful about forcing your way in where you’re not wanted ?

But I’m not going to say any of this aloud. Instead I nod and say, “Mm, maybe.”

“Roger’s going to take a boat out from the cove. He’s going to dive round here,” says Mum. Even though Mum hates the sea, she doesn’t seem to worry about Roger going out on it.

But she was afraid when Dad went out. Always afraid, even though she tried to hide it from us. When he was home in the cottage, with the doors shut and the fire burning, when there was a storm and nobody could think of taking a boat out, then Mum was happy and relaxed.

“It’s just an exploratory dive,” says Roger quickly. But I’m not sure that I believe him. I can sense danger. He thinks there is something worth diving for: a wreck, treasure, something to be dragged up out of Ingo into the Air. Something to be taken away from the Mer. Something valuable that Roger is going to discover, and no one else.

“What are you looking for?” Conor asks.

“I won’t know what’s there until I’ve searched around a little,” says Roger evasively. He glances round the table. “So I’d appreciate it if you kept all this quiet for the time being. I don’t want other divers muscling in on the site.”

“You mean, not tell our school friends and our friends who live around here?” I ask.

“That’s right. Not for the time being, anyway.”

“I won’t tell them, then, I promise,” I say, and I smile at Roger for the first time. A big, wide, warm smile that will put him off his guard. Mum looks at me gratefully. I can tell exactly what she’s thinking. What a relief, maybe Sapphy’s going to like Roger after all .

“Do you want this other leg, Roger?” asks Mum.

“You’re not to tell them about the dive,” hisses Conor as we wash up together.

I open my eyes wide. “I said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?”

“You know what I mean. I heard exactly what you said. You only promised that you wouldn’t tell people from school, people round here.”

“That’s all Roger asked.”

“Only because he didn’t know who else you might tell.”

“No, because he doesn’t know anything, does he? He doesn’t know or care about any of them. What’s going to happen to Faro if Roger finds what he’s looking for? It’s probably gold or treasure or something. Other divers will find out too. They’ll be swarming around here. And tourists as well. There’ll be people everywhere, all over the sea just like they’re all over the land. They’ll drive the Mer away.”

Very slowly, Conor wipes a plate dry. “Yes, I know. I’ve thought of that too.”

“If you’ve thought of it, then why are you encouraging Roger? Why did you tell him you wanted to learn to dive?”

“Because I do want to.”

“But you can, anyway! You can dive. You don’t need Roger. You don’t need air on your back and a black suit to go into Ingo.”

“Give Roger a chance, Saph. He’s all right. He’s not the type that would want crowds of people diving for treasure round here.”

I feel as if Conor’s slapped me. I take a deep breath, and hit back. “ That didn’t take long, did it?”

“What didn’t take long?”

“You’re on his side already.”

“Give that glass here, you’re going to break it. Listen, Saph. It’s not about taking sides. Look at Mum. Don’t you think she looks better? Do you want her to go back to what she was like just after Dad went?”

Mum and Roger are in the living room. They’re playing cards, and it sounds as if Mum’s winning. As Conor and I stand listening, we hear Mum laugh. A warm, soft, chuckling laugh. She sounds relaxed and happy.

“She’s a lot better,” says Conor. “A lot. You want Mum to be better, don’t you, Saph?”

“You don’t care about Dad any more.”

Slowly, Conor’s face flushes under his brown skin. Slowly, spacing out his words, he says, “Don’t ever say that again.”

“I won’t, I won’t, Conor, I’m sorry—”

But Conor’s gone. He turns his back on me and walks out quietly. He doesn’t slam the door, but the way he shuts it is worse than a slam. I hear his tread on the stairs, going up to my room, and up the ladder into his loft. He pulls up his ladder and shuts the trapdoor, shutting me out.

Conor has turned his back on me. Conor doesn’t want to be with me. He’s angry and I know that Conor’s worst anger is very quiet and it goes on for a long time.

It’s all my fault. Why was I so stupid? I’ll go after him. I’ll tell him I’m sorry. I’ll make him believe I’m really sorry for what I said.