Dodie Smith - I Capture the Castle

dark shaft of the tower. And then I Suddenly the whole plan was

complete in my mind almost to the last detail. But surely I meant it

as a joke then?

I remember thinking how it would make Thomas laugh. It was still a

joke while I put my journals away and began to climb out of the tower-I had to mount the ladder very slowly because I needed one hand for the lantern. I was half-way up when the extraordinary thing happened.

Godsend church clock had begun to strike ten and suddenly, as well as the far-off booming bell, I heard in memory the tinkling chime of

Mother's little traveling clock.

And then my mind's eye saw her face--not the photograph of it, which is what I always see when I think of her, but her face as it was. I saw

her light brown hair and freckled skin--I had forgotten until then that she had freckles. And that same instant, I heard her voice in my

head--after all these years of not being able to hear it.

A quiet, clipped little voice it was, completely matter-of-fact. It

said: "Do you know, dear, I believe that scheme of yours might work quite well ?"

I heard my own voice answer: "But Mother-surely we couldn't his It's fantastic--"

"Well, your Father's quite a fantastic man," said Mother's voice.

That second, a gust of wind slammed the tower door just above me,

startling me so that I nearly lost my footing on the ladder. I

steadied myself, then listened again for Mother's voice, asked her

questions. All I heard was the last stroke of the church clock. But

my mind was made up.

I hurried back to the castle and got Thomas to come out again.

To my surprise, he didn't think my plan was as wild as I did myself- he was dead keen from the beginning, and most businesslike.

"You give me the housekeeping money and tomorrow I'll buy everything we need," he said.

"And then we'll do it the very next day. We've got to act quickly, because Topaz may be home next week."

I didn't mention my strange experience of being advised by Mother; I

might have if he had put up any opposition to the scheme, but he never did. Do I really believe I was in touch with Mother-or was it

something deep in myself choosing that way to advise me his I don't

know. I only know that it happened.

Father went to Scoatney the next morning, so there was no danger of his seeing what I was up to.

By the time Thomas came home I had everything in readiness except for the few things that were too heavy for me to carry alone. He helped me with those and then we made our final plans.

"And we must do it the first thing after breakfast," said Thomas, "or he may go off to Scoatney again."

The minute I woke up on Thursday morning I thought: "I can't go through with it. It's dangerous-something dreadful might happen." And then I remembered Father saying that if he didn't start work soon the impetus might die. All the time I was dressing I kept thinking, "Oh, if only I could be sure it's the right thing to do!" I tried to get more advice from Mother. Nothing happened.

I tried praying to God. Nothing happened. I prayed to "Any one who is listening, please"--to the morning sun--to Nature, via the wheat field

.. . At last I decided to toss for it.

And just then Thomas came rushing in to say that Father wasn't waiting until after breakfast, would be off to Scoatney at any minute- and

instantly I knew that I did want to carry through our scheme, that I

couldn't bear not to.

The squeak of bicycle tires being pumped up came in through the open

window.

"It's too late. We're sunk for today," said Thomas.

"Not yet," I said.

"Get out of the house without letting him see you --go along the walls and down the gatehouse stairs.

Then dash up the mound and hide behind the tower. Be ready to help. Go on-quick!"

He bolted off and I hurried down to the courtyard, pretending to be

very worried that Father was leaving without his breakfast.

"Oh, they'll give me some at Scoatney," he said airily. Then I talked about his bicycle, offering to clean it for him, telling him it needed new tyres.

"Let me pump that back one a bit harder for you," I said, and kept at it until I felt Thomas would have had enough time.

Then, just as I was handing the bicycle over, I remarked casually, "Oh, can you spare a minute to come up to Belmotte Tower his I think you may want to let someone at Scoatney know what's been happening in there."

"Oh, lord, did that last heavy rain do a lot of damage ?" said Father.

"Well, I think you'll see quite a few changes," I said, with the utmost truthfulness.

We crossed the bridge and started to climb the mound.

"One doesn't often see an English sky as blue as this," he said.

"I

wonder if Simon's agent has authority to do repairs to the tower ?"

He went on chatting most pleasantly and normally. All my misgivings

were rushing back; but I felt the die was cast.

"Really, I ought to spend more time in here," he said as he followed me up the steps outside the tower. I opened the heavy oak door and stood back for him to pass me. He climbed down the ladder inside and stood

blinking his eyes.

"Can't see much yet, after the sunlight," he called up, peering around.

"Hello, have you been camping-out down here ?"

"One of us is going to," I said--then added quickly:

"Go up the staircase a little way, will you?"

"The crumbling's worse, is it?" He went through the archway and began to make his way up the stairs.

Thomas had already crept from behind the tower. I beckoned and he was beside me in a flash. Together, we dragged the ladder up and flung it down outside.

Father shouted: "Come and show me what you mean, Cassandra."

"Don't say anything until he comes back," whispered Thomas.

Father called again and I still didn't answer. After a few seconds he returned through the archway.

"Couldn't you hear me calling ?" he said, looking up at us.

"Hello, Thomas, why haven't you gone to school?"

We stared down at him. Now that the ladder had gone he seemed much

further away from us; the circle of stone walls rose round him dungeon like He was so foreshortened that he seemed only to have a face,

shoulders and feet.

"What's the matter his Why don't you answer ?"

he shouted.

I racked my brains to think of the most tactful way of telling lim what had happened to him. At last I managed:

"Will you please look round you, Father his It's a sort of surprise."

We had put the mattress from the four-poster on the old iron bedstead, with blankets and pillows. The most inviting new stationery was

spread on the rustic table, with stones to use as paperweights.

We had given him the kitchen armchair.

"There are washing arrangements and drinking water in the garderobe," I called down- my enamel jug and basin had come in handily again.

"We think you'll have enough light to work by, now we've cleared the ivy from all the lowest arrow-slits --we'll give you a lantern at

night, of course. Very good meals will be coming down in a basket--we bought a "Thermos" .. " I couldn't go on --the expression on his face was too much for me.

He had just taken in that the ladder wasn't there any more.

"Great God in heaven!" he began--and then sat down on the bed and let out a roar of laughter. He laughed and laughed until I began to fear

he would suffocate.

"Oh, Thomas!" I whispered.

"Have we pushed him over to the wrong side of the border-line ?"

Father mopped his eyes.

"My dear, dear children!" he said at last.

"Cassandra, are you- what is it, seventeen, eighteen? Or are you eight? Bring that ladder back at once."

"You say something, Thomas," I whispered.