Peter Dickinson - The Ropemaker
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Anja shouted, raced to the gate and climbed it. Twisting round on the top bar, she cupped her hands round her mouth and yelled.
“Wake up! Wake up, everybody! Meena’s come home!”
She swung herself down on the other side and raced to welcome her grandmother.
Epilogue
A woman led a lame horse across an unpeopled landscape. For much of the way all seemed peaceful, but then she would come to an area where buildings were shattered or gutted with fire, field after field of standing crops burnt black, and bodies, both human and animal, sprawling in their blood and now rotting unburied. Ahead of her lay the heavy line of the forest, and close beneath it the remains of one last farm. So Saranja came home to Woodbourne.
Six years ago she had left, swearing to herself she would never return. For five of those years she had been the house slave of one of the warlords beyond the East Desert, until he and the two children she had borne him had died when his keep was stormed by his brother’s army. In the chaos she had escaped, and continued to stagger on through the darkness. When dawn had broken she had found herself already in the desert.
Six years ago she had almost died, crossing it, though then she had carried food and water. Now she had nothing. But she did not turn back. Death would be better than the life she had been living. This time, though, the desert seemed to let her through as if it had chosen to do so. It provided her with two freak thunder-storms and a water hole large enough to support a colony of birds which, having no predators, laid their eggs on the ground. With those, and things that she had learned from her first crossing to recognize as food, she had come through.
And then, seeing what had happened in the Valley, she had known that she must go and find out if anything was left of Woodbourne.
Not much. When a thatched and timbered building goes up in flames, very little remains but the central chimney stack, standing amid a pile of ashes and a few rafter ends.
No voice answered her call. She hadn’t expected one. Her brothers would be fighting the raiders, or dead, her mother and aunt hiding in the forest with the animals.
She scuffed with her feet among the fringes of the heap. It was a way of preventing herself from weeping, because she felt she had no right to. Of her own will she had cut every connection with Woodbourne, even grief. All that was over.
Something glinted in the ashes. She stooped and eased out a golden feather, perfect, looking as if it had been shed that very morning. She pulled it free, and another came with it, attached at the quill by a twist of golden hair. She laid them together and ran her fingertips along them. The idiot story flooded back into her mind, the story that she had never believed, thinking it just a mechanism by which her mother could bind her for all her life to Woodbourne, as she herself had been bound, because Saranja had once made the mistake of admitting that she sometimes imagined she could hear the cedars talking.
With a sigh she turned to the horse, a useless old gelding she had found yesterday—or rather he had found her, wandering out of nowhere and nosing up to her for food, and had then simply followed her. She hadn’t driven him off, because he was company of a kind, and also fresh meat that she didn’t have to carry. She had imagined till now that he followed her so persistently only because he didn’t want to be the only living creature in the landscape.
If it’s you, you’ll need a horse as well as the feathers.
“Waiting for me, weren’t you?” she said. “Now all we want is some fellow from Northbeck.”
She looked back along the way they had come. A man was limping up the road toward her, leaning heavily on his staff. Without thought her fingers caressed the golden feathers as she waited for him, until she realized that her hands were full of a peculiar glowing warmth. She looked down. Feathers and hair seemed to shine with their own light. There was no need to go up into the forest. If she could do it at all, she could do it here.
The man came into the yard. He was about forty, slight, dark, with a look of arrogant energy beneath his obvious weariness and pain. There was a bloodstained bandage round his left calf.
“Ribek Ortahlson,” he said.
“Well, I’m Saranja Urlasdaughter. Hold his head, will you.”
She moved round to the horse’s flank.
“I’ve no idea if this will work,” she said.
She whispered the name.
“Ramdatta.”
Her hands knew what to do.
About the Author
Peter Dickinson is the author of many books for adults and young readers and has won numerous awards, including the Carnegie Medal (twice), the Guardian Award and the Whitbread Award (also twice). His novel Eva was a Boston Globe–Horn Book Fiction Honor Book. Eva was also selected as an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, as were Dickinson’s novels AK and A Bone from a Dry Sea. His most recent book for Delacorte Press was The Lion Tamer’s Daughter and Other Stories, which was chosen by School Library Journal as a Best Book of the Year. Peter Dickinson has four grown children and lives in Hampshire, England, with his wife, the writer Robin McKinley.
By the Same Author
The Lion Tamer’s Daughter and Other Stories
The Kin Trilogy
Suth’s Story
Po’s Story
Mana’s Story
Chuck and Danielle
Shadow of a Hero
Time and the Clock Mice, Etcetera
A Bone from a Dry Sea
AK
Eva
Merlin Dreams
A Box of Nothing
Giant Cold
Healer
The Seventh Raven
City of Gold and Other Stories from the Old Testament
Tulku
Hepzibah
Annerton Pit
The Blue Hawk
The Dancing Bear
Emma Tupper’s Diary
The Changes Trilogy
The Weathermonger
Heartsease
The Devil’s Children
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Copyright © 2001 by Peter Dickinson
Illustrations copyright © 2001 by Ian Andrew
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dickinson, Peter.
The ropemaker / Peter Dickinson.
p. cm.
Summary: When the magic that protects their Valley starts to fail,
Tilja and her companions journey into the evil Empire to find the
ancient magician Faheel, who originally cast those spells.
[1. Magic—Fiction. 2. Fantasy.] I. Title.
PZ7.D562 Ro 2001
[Fic]—dc21
2001017422
October 2003
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