Red Shift. Alan Garner

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      “No.”

      The guards were still on the road. They had not followed.

      Macey went to the edge of the trees. “This,” he called across the ditch, “for all men, in the name of the keeper of the place.”

      “Don’t push it,” said Logan.

      “They won’t touch sanctuary,” said Buzzard.

      Logan looked about him at the worked trees. “Where are we?”

      “Rudheath.”

      “It’s a Cats’ sanctuary,” said Face.

      “And Cats is allies,” said Magoo.

      “The country’s federation ground hereabouts,” said Buzzard.

      “Federation ballocks,” said Magoo. “Cats is Cats.”

      “I don’t trust nobody past Crewe,” said Logan. “Get further into the wood.”

      They retreated until the guards and the road were lost.

      “How good’s this sanctuary?” said Logan.

      “Depends how the Cats rate it,” said Face, “and what they figure the army’ll pay to get us back.”

      “The road must’ve clipped the sanctuary,” said Buzzard. “Reckon the army won’t be too popular.”

      “We need hardware,” said Magoo. “Ain’t nothing on the mule.”

      “Go see what you can find on the dead guys,” said Logan. “There may be a knife, or something.”

      “Lotta use that’ll be,” said Face.

      “It’s a start.”

      “We was marching degraded, remember?” said Magoo. “Hey, what was that Macey pulled on the guard?”

      “Not!” said Macey. He sat by a tree. Sweat from his hand had soaked the rags. The hardness wrapped in tatters hung at his shoulder, beneath his cloak. The weight of it was heavy for the first time, heavier than anything ever.

      “Aw, come on, goofball.”

      “He said no.” Logan watched the men.

      “What’ll we do?” said Face.

      “We’ll soldier,” said Logan. “We’re the Ninth.”

      “There ain’t no Ninth,” said Face. “Why are you carrying on like we wasn’t busted?”

      “I don’t give a toss what some minging stonemason does because he thinks he can run an army. Let him build his goddam wall, and the rest of the crap, but we’re still the Ninth, not brickies. Right?”

      They looked at each other, and at the sanctuary.

      “Yeh.”

      “Anybody claim rank over me?” said Logan. “Right. We’re back on duty. Military discipline will apply. Face, Buzzard check out this place. You still waiting?” he said to Magoo.

      Macey was inert, wrapped in his cloak. “My mates,” he said.

      Logan tethered the mule. “That was pretty smart, kid. I thought you’d flipped.”

      Macey looked up at him. He seemed to be terrified.

      “We’d all’ve gone if you hadn’t used it,” said Logan.

      “You didn’t see.”

      “I saw enough.”

      “You mustn’t see!”

      “You used the stone axe from way back.”

      “No. They’re never used.”

      “Logan held out his hand. “I’d sure appreciate it—”

      “No! But I had to. You’re my mates. Not for me. My mates.”

      “Yeh, we’re your mates. It was OK. Quit worrying.”

      “Brilliant mates. All brilliant mates.”

      “You were right, kid. I saw nothing.”

      “I saw.”

      “Saw what?”

      “Blue. Silver. And red.”

      “What’s with this blue and silver? You ever had it before?”

      “When I was a kid. Pain. But then it was—Hell, there ain’t words.”

      “Like you flipped?”

      “But I didn’t go,” said Macey. “Blue and silver – makes me so chickenshit I can’t remember whatall next. It was changing. But when – that guy – killed him hereabouts – when I killed him – on the road – blue and silver – I freaked – but I could see him, what I did – but there was two hands – pressing at me – a long way off against my eyes – and then near – and then noplace – big as all there is. Sir, I don’t think I’m too good for this unit any more.”

      Magoo appeared among the trees. “Nothing,” he said. “And there’s no guards.”

      “Skived back to Chester,” said Logan. “I’d like to see their report!”

      “I don’t figure they’ll be making none. Sir.”

      “Why?”

      Magoo smiled, and went back towards the road. Logan followed.

      “They’ve taken the bodies.”

      “Reckon?” said Magoo.

      They stood by the road. It was empty and straight, the cleared ground on either side hid no one.

      On the road, blood still moved. It lay in patches for a hundred metres. The guards had tried to run. There was nothing left.

      “Did you hear?” said Logan.

      “No.”

      “What, then?”

      “We’re past Crewe. Like you said.”

      “Back on sanctuary. Quick.”

      Buzzard was hurrying to meet them as they crossed the ditch. “Sir! Face and me: we’ve found the shrine. It don’t look healthy.”

      “Show,” said Logan.

      They went into the birch wood. Every tree had rags tied to it: СКАЧАТЬ