The Complete Ingo Chronicles: Ingo, The Tide Knot, The Deep, The Crossing of Ingo, Stormswept. Helen Dunmore

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      There’s not much beach left. I walk to my right, towards a spine of rocks that juts from the glistening sand. A wave flows forward, and I leap up on to the rocks to keep my trainers dry. But I’m still not quite high enough, because now the water is swirling at my heels. I scramble up again on to dry rock, and look back. The bay is full of moonlight and water. The sea is lapping around my rock already.

      Sapphire, you idiot, you’re cut off! But it’s not very deep yet. Even in the dark I’ll be able to wade back easily before the tide comes in any farther. I’ll just take my trainers off. But I’d better be quick; look how the water’s rising—

      “You’ll have to swim,” says a voice behind me. I start so violently that I almost fall off the rock. A strong hand grasps my wrist.

      “It’s me, Sapphire.”

      “Faro.”

      “Yes.”

      Suddenly I’m angry with him. “Why don’t you and Elvira come and see us in daylight, like you used to?” I ask sharply. “Conor keeps looking for Elvira. Where is she?”

      “Here and there,” he says, with a gleam of laughter in his voice. “Around and about. Just like me.”

      “Don’t laugh at me!” I say angrily. “I hate it when people are here one moment and then they just—”

      I swallow the words I was going to say.

      “I didn’t disappear,” says Faro seriously. “I won’t ever disappear. I promise you. But in St Pirans it’s more difficult for you to see us. Even at night it’s not easy. There are so many people. And besides, St Pirans is not our place.”

      “I know that,” I say gloomily. “It’s not mine, either.”

      “But you’re human. That’s what humans do, isn’t it? They crowd together in towns and cities. They love it when everything is covered over with concrete and Tarmac.”

      Faro brings out the word Tarmac with pride. He loves to impress me with his knowledge of the human world.

      “You’ve been talking to the gulls again. Do you even know what Tarmac is, Faro? Or concrete?”

      “Of course I do. It’s stuff that humans pour on the earth to stop it breathing.”

      The moonlight is strong enough for me to see his face clearly. “Faro, have you grown older?”

      I know that their time runs differently from ours. Is it possible that Faro has grown a year, when I’ve only grown a few months? Or maybe he only looks older because of the expression on his face.

      “You can enter Ingo in darkness, even from here, Sapphire. You already know that.”

      A tremor of fear and anticipation runs through me. “But I can’t come to Ingo now, Faro. Mum’s expecting me back with Sadie. If I’m away more than half an hour at most, she’ll go crazy.”

      “You don’t need to worry about that. Time is hardly moving at all tonight.” He says it casually, as if saying that a boat is hardly moving across the water.

      “What do you mean?”

      “What I say. It’s a fortunate night, Sapphire. Come to Ingo now, and you’ll be back almost before you’ve gone. Look up at the moon.”

      I stare up at the moon. The clouds look as if they are flying away from its bright surface. Moonlight bathes my face with silver.

      “You’re already in Ingo, Sapphire,” says Faro.

      He is right. Deep in my heart, I’ve already left the Air. The powerful, silent swell of the tide is covering my feet, my knees, my waist. The next pulse of water lifts me from the rock, and swallows me into the sea.

      Into Ingo. I let out my breath, and it hardly hurts at all. I am breathing without breathing, my body absorbing oxygen from the rich water. My hair flows upward, then swirls down around my face. I push it aside. Ingo. I am in Ingo again, just as I was two nights ago. There’s a path of moonlight striking down deep into the water. I plunge forward and follow it.

      How strongly I can swim in Ingo. My strokes are far more powerful than anything I can do in the Air. Below me, moonlight catches the glisten of the white sand on the sea bed. The water doesn’t feel cold. It feels like – it feels like…

      Like home. Like the place where I am meant to be. I open my eyes wide and turn my head, and there is Faro swimming alongside me. The underwater moonlight shines on his tail.

      “Look!” He points down. There’s a shadowy hulk, half buried in the sea bed. It’s not a reef, or a dead whale, or anything that belongs to Ingo. It’s something that belongs to Air. Metal. Yes, that’s what it is. A metal ship, half rotted away with rust, sailing to nowhere.

      “I know what that is,” I say. “It’s the wreck of the Ballantine. You can see her funnels from the beach at low tide.”

      “The wind drove her onshore and she was broken up,” says Faro. “We called and called to warn the sailors, but they couldn’t hear us.”

      “Faro, the wreck happened seventy years ago. Why do you always talk about history as if you were there?”

      “Open your mind, Sapphire. Let’s talk to each other like we did last summer.” He saw my memories, and I saw his. That’s what the Mer can do, because Mer minds are not quite separate from one another, as human minds are.

      “Do you want to see what happened?” asks Faro. He floats close to me. “Look at the Ballantine, Sapphire.”

      I gaze into the shadowy depths. We could swim down with a few strong strokes, and touch the jagged metal sides of the drowned ship.

      I don’t want to. The wreck scares me. It must be terrifying to be driven ashore, helpless, caught by storm and tide. To know that your ship is going to smash on the rocks and break up, and that the water is too deep and wild to swim for shore.

      The wind is beginning to whistle. I hear voices, crying out in terror. The Ballantine surges forward on a huge wave, and crashes on to the hidden reef. The entire ship judders with the shock. Metal shrieks and rips and grinds as the side of the Ballantine is torn open and the sea pours into her belly. Then the jumble of sound is pierced by human screams.

      “No, Faro! No! I don’t want to hear any more!”

      Immediately, the window of memory closes. I’m back in the calm moonlit water, with Faro.

      “You saw it, little sister,” he says with satisfaction.“I wasn’t sure if you would have lost your power, living in the town.”

      I shudder. “How could that wreck be in your memory, Faro? You’re not old enough to remember it.”

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