Catherine Fisher - Darkhenge
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- Название:Darkhenge
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She was alone. And though she told herself not to be stupid, she knew she was scared. She wished the King would catch up with her. He was her only friend now. Had he left her because of what she’d asked him to do? Had she pushed him too far?
It took a while to find a passage that was clear, and when she did, it led into a place where the red threads had been wound around a network of dark timbers, weaving in and out of them to form a high wattled fence, higher than she could see over. She walked the horse around it, curious. The entrance was on the far side, a thin gap, that you’d have to turn sideways to squeeze through.
An eye slit. Would she?
She drew Callie to a halt, and had almost decided to dismount and take a look when, from inside the structure, the bell rang.
It was so loud!
She put her hands to her ears; with a shudder, Callie reared up, and Chloe had to grab at the reins in panic. All through the Woven Caer the echoes of the great chime vibrated; icicles fell like daggers, birds fluttered, the whole frail structure trembled, slid, began to collapse.
Instantly Chloe kicked her heels in and urged the horse into speed. Ears flat, Callie galloped, leaping snowdrifts and tangles of wool, her rider hanging on low under the drooping roof, not knowing where they were going, until with a sudden emergence into moonlight they were out, racing over a broad white down-land under the perfect circle of the moon.
Hauling the snorting horse around, Chloe stared back.
Silently, without speed, the Woven Caer was crumpling. It fell inward softly, imploding and springing back like a great pile of fibers.
Snow settled on it and guilt shot through her like the stab of a knife. Had she left Vetch to smother in there?
Before she could think of it a hawk swooped out of the snow, straight into her face.
Chloe screamed and ducked.
The bird was fast; it dived and veered off, but it was the second attack that caught her, a green plover that came straight at her head so that she lost balance, and with a scream of terror fell off into the drift, hands out.
She fell into snow and yet into some past where the snow was chalk and hard and there was a black car skewed across the lane, and people running and running toward her. A car horn blared. Her fingers bled onto chalk and flint.
“NO!” she screamed. “I won’t remember! I won’t!”
Shaken, she scrambled up. Callie was shivering, blowing smoky breaths of fear, her eyes white. The birds rose, swooped, screeched down.
Chloe ran.
Vetch had got his hands and half his body free when the bell rang. As soon as he heard it he knew what it was, so when the owl flew down and turned into the King, staggering dizzily against him, he shoved the masked figure off impatiently. “The bag. Do you have it?”
“Clare does.”
Vetch said, “What?”
“Too hard to explain.” The King’s fingers worked at the knots and tangles hopelessly. “I’ll never get all this undone! The castle is collapsing!”
Vetch looked grim. “I know that. Keep still.”
“But—”
“Keep still!” It was hard like this. From so far away. He gripped the frozen red strands hard with his left hand, put the thumb of the right to his mouth and bit. A tiny fleck of blood welled up through his skin; he tasted its salt, quickly closed his eyes.
Far away, in other worlds, through dreams and nightmares, heroes walked.
One of them was powerful, a giant. In the darkness of his mind Vetch made the words come, made them strong. Strong enough to cross distances of silence and mistrust.
“Mac. Mac, listen to me. I need you. I need your help.”
Chloe struggled. She forced her way, waist deep, up the smooth snow slope, tearing a ragged gash in its beauty. Ahead of her the banks rose, immense and shining, a rampart of snow and chalk, the Ice Caer, the seventh fortress, Caer Siddi itself. Behind, like an inexorable shadow, the forest pursued her, sending out roots and tendrils to trip her, and tug at her, and she screamed and fought with fury against the clogging drifts.
The snow was another betrayal. It seemed hard and then crumpled, its surface crunching.
However she struggled, the forest was faster. It loomed behind her, over her. Its shadow darkened her. And as she scrambled and tugged her boots out and hauled herself up to the caer, the hawk and the plover came down right in front of her; she dodged around them, plunging for the dark, narrow gap of sky that was the entrance ahead.
“Chloe! Chloe! It’s me. It’s Rob.”
She stopped.
He was standing right behind her, but she didn’t turn. She didn’t move at all.
“I’m sorry.” The snow creaked. “About all of it. I didn’t know how you felt. Maybe, back there, you didn’t know either.”
“And that makes it all right?” Now she turned.
The trees were lined up behind him. Clare was there too, looking tired and bedraggled. Chloe smiled at her sourly. “You’ve gone over to them, I see. All of you are against me now.”
She folded her arms inside the muff, pleased at how Rob shivered in his ridiculous summer clothes. “Well, you listen to this. I’ve come this far. I’m going inside the caer. For once I’m going to do something that I want to do, decide something all for myself, with no one else telling me. Can you understand that, Rob?”
He looked at her. She was so assured, so strange across the snow.
“I can understand that, Chloe,” he whispered.
I. IPHIN: PINE
I turned and grabbed it all. The knitting, the cell phone, Rob’s painting off the wall.
Katie jumped up; John stared. “Mac, for God’s sake…”
I flung the door open, dumping all the stuff into the corridor. “Dan! Rosa! Get in here.”
The music went off, the cuddly toys went out. We cleared the place. A white, gleaming emptiness. Then I slammed the door and wedged a chair against it.
Bells exploded into panic. A nurse thumped outside. I folded my arms and looked at Rosa.
“This is it. Now we pray. Your druid needs our help.”
We formed a ring around Chloe, holding one another.
A dark circle.
As I struggled for breath inspiration saved me.
Heaven’s lord would set me free.
THE BOOK OF TALIESIN
Chloe ran into the entrance, Rob and Clare behind her like shadows.
Before them, the vast interior gusted with snow. This caer had no roof but the sky, and that was lost in the blinding drifts. Its ditch was water-filled and frozen. On each side, huge as petrified giants, great stones rose, a stark, blunt ring of them, snow settling in their holes and crevices.
They all knew this place. This was Avebury henge, the great circle as it must once have been before its village cluttered it, and roads divided it.
Between the enormous entrance stones Chloe trudged purposefully, sinking knee deep into the snow, and as Rob followed her in, he saw that a ring of fire had been lit, great balefires crackling between the stones. Outside, the trees gathered. All around the great bank they closed in, a besieging force hundreds of miles deep, a black rustling army pressed tight, and out of them creatures slunk, fox and otter and hare and bear, climbing the bank, outlined against the moon. He thought he saw people come out and stand there too, ancient hunters with spears, as well as Marcus and Jimmy, all the tribe with their fluttering colored banners planted in the chalk, as on the day he had hauled Vetch into the circle.
Dan climbed up, and Chloe’s friends from school, and his mum and dad, and Mac, his arms folded, looking disapproving, and yet in the blizzard they blurred and thinned, as if whoever’s mind it was that had brought them here was barely strong enough to hold them to this place.
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