Alice (28 page)

‘Get back!’ I cried, raising my fists at the daemon. ‘Leave her be! You can’t have her!’

For a moment the huge head paused. I saw the
hungry expression in the bestial eyes change quickly, revealing three things: humour, anger, and finally contempt.

It was the last of these that brought the fury rising up like bile in my throat.

‘You don’t know who I am!’ I screamed up at him. ‘You don’t know who I
really
am!’

The daemon’s mocking laughter rumbled across the abyss. Tanaki was amused by my outburst.

Then I spoke again – this time quietly; words whispering from my lips as if uttered by another.

‘
My name is Alice
,’ I announced.
‘And you ain’t strong enough to stand against me!’

If I could burn Raknid, I could do the same to Tanaki.

I had no choice. Whatever it cost me, this must be done.

My anger became fire. I shuddered with ecstasy as it left my body, surging up through my shoulders and arms to exit through my clenched fists. The two jets of white flame hit their targets simultaneously – the eyes of the daemon.

I stood swaying, almost floating up from the path, so extreme was my sense of exultation. The daemon was screaming now, his eyes melting and running down his cheeks. Then, like a huge tree felled by a woodsman’s axe, he slowly toppled sideways and fell away into the abyss.

I turned, dragged Thorne to her feet. She seemed befuddled and stared at me with wide eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I seized her arm, and she leaned against me as we stumbled along the path to the shelter of the cave. Once there, she shrugged me off, so I tugged the
candle out of my pocket again, ignited it with my will and led the way further into the darkness.

Three times we entered cave systems and located gates that took us elsewhere. Once we ended up in a place of ice and snow, and would have died had not the exit gate been close by. Once we re-entered the hot domain, where the skelts had scuttled out of the boiling lake. But we had been there before; the gate was still in the same place. We got out quickly, but I was starting to feel exhausted.

Finally we emerged into a domain of total darkness; we could hear the roar of huge predators and the
thump-thump
of their gigantic feet getting nearer.

It was a close-run thing, but we found the gate before they found us.

Something was really starting to worry me. I was feeling weaker and weaker. Thorne had told me that being in the dark while still alive would use up my life-force; that if I stayed too long, I would end up a dried husk, able to live for only a few days once back on earth.

I needed to get out of the dark as soon as possible now.

Was it already too late for me?

Now we were on the white path again; it disappeared directly ahead into a cave at the base of a huge black cliff. Thorne felt certain that this would lead to the domain of Pan. Beyond that the outside world awaited me – the land of the living.

We were almost there.

I was almost home.

Almost safe . . .

After a few minutes Thorne put her hand on my shoulder. ‘Let’s rest for a while. I want to talk,’ she said.

I was feeling shaky and was only too glad to stop, so we sat down cross-legged, facing each other, and I placed the flickering candle between us.

‘How did you do that to the daemon?’ Thorne asked.

My reply was a shrug.

‘Raknid too,’ she continued. ‘You burned his web and brought him to the ground in flames. And the dagger flew into your hands as if it had wings. Mine was the easy part. All I had to do was finish him off. Grimalkin told me you had powerful magic, but I didn’t expect that. I’ve never seen such power used by a witch.’

‘Is that the end of Tanaki?’ I said, trying to change the subject.

‘Things are hard to predict here,’ Thorne replied, ‘but I think it’s unlikely. As I told you, if something that was born and died back on earth is killed here for a second time, it ceases to exist, the soul is obliterated. So the kretch has likely fallen to his second and final death. Morwena too is gone for ever. But Tanaki is different; like his son, he has great powers of regeneration. If he survived the fall, he could eventually get his eyes back. And once set on a course, he never deviates until his will is accomplished; any defeat only makes him stronger. Each time he fights, he grows more formidable. Even Raknid might not be truly destroyed. He has aeons in which to regenerate. But other vengeful dark entities will be hunting us now . . .’

I said nothing; I had no words of comfort for Thorne, who truly needed them more than I did. Soon I would leave the dark, but she would have to stay behind, and the servants of the Fiend would continue to hunt her. Many were like Tanaki – they never gave up.

We got to our feet and set off again; soon we were entering another cave. Then, after a series of tunnels and caverns, we emerged onto the white path again. This time there was no cave at its end; just a tiny green star that grew quickly to first become an orb, and then, finally, an oasis of green floating in the abyss.

I had reached Pan’s domain.

‘Send my regards to my teacher, Grimalkin,’ Thorne said. ‘Tell her I am sorry that I faltered and betrayed you. But please let her know that I came back to help; that her words reached me in the dark and that I have tried hard to become what she wished – as brave in death as I was in life!’

‘You’ve tried and succeeded. Ain’t no doubt about that,’ I said with a smile. ‘I’ll tell her all that you did. How you took Beelzebub’s thumb-bones and stabbed Raknid in both eyes, then cut off his legs. She’ll like that. Couldn’t have done better herself!’

We stared at each other for a moment, and a lump came into my throat. Perhaps I didn’t have long to live, but at least I would see earth once more. I was going home; Thorne was trapped in the dark for ever – unless she eventually fell
victim to one of its predators. And then she would be nothing. Her soul would be obliterated.

I headed towards that green oasis. Just before I entered it, I looked back.

Thorne was walking away into the distance, getting smaller and smaller.

I felt really sad.

AS SOON AS
I entered Pan’s domain, I eased up my skirt and checked the mark on my thigh.

At first glance I was terrified: it looked like the full dark moon that I had been warned about by Agnes Sowerbutts. But I felt no different, and on closer inspection it seemed to me that it was not
quite
grown to its maximum size.

There was still hope.

I walked on to find Pan, clothed in leaves and bark, sitting on a log playing a reed pipe, just as he had been the last time we talked. It was as if all the dangers I’d faced in the dark had been no more than a dream, and he had been waiting here for me to open my eyes and see him once more.

He was that same fair boy, pleasant to look upon, only his long pointy ears and green curly toenails marking him as other than human.

He smiled at me and lowered the pipes from his mouth. I smiled back.

‘You were successful!’ he cried, nodding towards the dagger at my belt.

‘I hope so,’ I replied. ‘I have the blade I came for, but am I too late? How much time has passed back on earth? Halloween hasn’t come and gone, has it?’

‘It is the thirtieth of September. A month remains before Halloween. You are not too late. But before you return to your world, you must first pay the price of your presumption in entering my domain uninvited!’

‘Then please tell me what it is,’ I said, holding my breath in fear of what he might demand.

He smiled again. ‘I have helped you. All I ask is that you help me.’

‘Help you – to do what?’

‘For now it is not for you to know. In time I will tell you. The price is simple – just be ready to answer my call and give me the help I need. Whatever you are doing when you hear my pipes, come to me at once. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, I understand,’ I replied, so desperate to find Tom that I would have agreed to anything.

‘And will you do as I ask?’

‘Yes. When I hear the pipes, I will come to you.’

What else could I say? If I didn’t agree, he would never let me go home.

‘Then for now, return to the world and do what you must do!’ he commanded.

Everything seemed to spin about me. I felt sick; I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I was sitting on the grass with my back against a tree. I was once more in the forest close to the river.

I was home.

I set off for Chipenden at once. I was looking forward to seeing Tom. We would have a little time together before the ritual – almost a month. I would have to make the best of it.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was warm overhead. It was good weather for the last day of September in the County. I could see the smoke from the village chimneypots rising above the trees. I took the path to the left; the one that would take me away from those houses and straight to the home of Old Gregory.

But on the slope someone was waiting in the shadows of the trees.

It was Grimalkin.

How long had she been waiting here for me? No doubt she had scryed the likely time I’d emerge from the dark. I was relieved to see that she was still carrying the leather sack containing the Fiend’s head. But she had something else in her left hand. It looked like a book – a slim one bound in brown leather.

‘I have good news for you and bad,’ Grimalkin
announced, straight out. She was grim-faced and my heart lurched.

‘Is Tom all right?’ I demanded, my voice wobbling with panic. ‘Nothing’s happened to him, has it?’

‘Tom is safe, Alice. What I have to tell you does not concern him at all. In fact, it’s better that he doesn’t know anything.’

‘What then? What’s wrong?’

‘The bad news is that you didn’t need to journey into the dark, after all. The dagger you hold is not needed. You risked your life and very soul for nothing. The good news is that you need not surrender your life to Tom’s blades. You don’t have to be sacrificed. I have found another way to destroy the Fiend.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

‘Here . . .’ Grimalkin continued, holding out the book towards me. ‘This is all we need.’

I felt a strange reluctance to even touch what she offered. As soon as it was within my hands, I knew why. In silver letters engraved into the brown cover was its title – a word that sent a chill into my heart:

Doomdryte
.

Also embossed in silver was an ominous image that I instantly recognized: the head and forelimbs of a skelt.

Those bloodthirsty creatures had played a big part in my life recently: the encounters with them in the dark; the skelt heads that formed the hilts of the hero swords; and now this cover. It seemed more than just a series of coincidences. What did they have to do with the destruction of the Fiend?

This book was the most powerful grimoire that had ever been written, and some believed it had been dictated to an ancient
mage called Lukrasta by the Fiend himself. Every Pendle witch knew the potential of the
Doomdryte
, and a few had spent their lives searching for it. It contained just one very long spell which had to be recited without the slightest mistake, over a period of many hours. It was said that the successful reading of the spell, combined with certain rituals, would give the reader the powers of a god: invulnerability and immortality.

There was one problem. History demonstrated that to complete a perfect reading was impossible.

Everyone who had ever attempted the incantation had died in the process – including Lukrasta. Just one hesitation or mispronunciation, and that was the end of you.

‘You have the strength and ability to do this, Alice,’ Grimalkin told me. ‘Use your magic to enhance your concentration and complete the incantation. Then, with what you draw from the
Doomdryte
, you will be able to destroy the Fiend.’

I just stared at the witch assassin, not knowing how to reply. What she said was probably true. The power of the book and my own magical strength combined could well be enough to do what was necessary.

But at what cost to myself?

Would it be better to allow myself to be sacrificed, after all?

But then Grimalkin told me something that made me put aside my own concerns.

‘I also come to meet you with news of a great danger,’ she said. ‘I have been on a journey far to the north, where I encountered a strange non-human species called the Kobalos;
they have powerful mages, able to wield strange magic that may eventually pose a threat to the County. They have the ability to create monstrous creatures, and enslave human women because they have no females of their own.’

‘No females? How can that be possible?’ I asked.

‘They murdered all their own long ago,’ Grimalkin replied. ‘I fear that soon they will burst out of their northern territory and embark upon a war that will have dire consequences for humans. They will kill all our men and boys, and our women will become slaves. It is vital that we deal with the Fiend quickly and put an end to him once and for all. Once that is done, we can begin to prepare for that new threat. Alice, we must use the
Doomdryte
!’