Dark Ages. John Pritchard

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      But even more exciting was the sense of being called. The heady thrill of Heaven’s Field. My Lady. Come with me.

      She’d never felt so honoured – or protected. The violence that he’d talked about seemed mythic and unreal. Whatever journey he was on, it led to magic places. If the shadows were still out there, she could face them at his side.

      She raised herself, and took hold of his coat. ‘I want to come.’

      ‘So let it be,’ he said after a pause. ‘There are things which I must seek amid the downland. Give me leave to see the way is clear, then come to me again.’

      Swallowing, she eased away. ‘When?’

      ‘When the moon is round.’

      Her heart was really thumping now. ‘And … where do I find you?’

      ‘There is a hamlet I have passed through, called Tils-Head. The downs are all around it. Seek me there.’

      Fran nodded, knowing Tilshead well. She hadn’t a clue when the next full moon was. Perhaps Lyn had an almanac or something.

      A silence fell between them, almost awkward. The parting of the ways, she thought – and felt it like a wrench.

      ‘Going to see me to the road?’ she asked.

      He nodded, and they crossed the line together: followed the leafy lane towards the grumbling main road. The windswept downland fell behind, and neither of them looked back. Though every instinct warned her that she should.

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      ‘I’m going to be quite late,’ she said to Lyn. ‘Expect me when you see me, I should think.’

      ‘Oh Fran … Are you all right?’

      ‘Yeah,’ Fran said, and realized she was grinning. Euphoria fizzed inside her, like she hadn’t felt for years. Top of the world – on tiptoe. Later would be time enough to think about the drop.

      ‘I’ve missed the bus from Heytesbury,’ she gushed, ‘that’s all. I’ll have to walk to Warminster, and catch the train from there.’

      ‘Is it far?’

      ‘Not very.’ Though the way her swollen feet felt now, she’d have a job to manage half a mile.

      ‘So how did it go?’ Lyn asked, still sounding anxious.

      ‘Really well. I think I’ve worked it out.’ She peered out through the glass of the telephone box. Across the busy A-road, at the mouth of the lane, his figure was just visible: still watching.

      ‘I’m so glad, Fran. I’ve been thinking about you lots today.’ Fran could hear the relief in her friend’s soft voice, and picture it on her face. Her love for Lyn just added to the inner glow she felt. But her stare remained fixed on the dark shape in the lane.

      ‘I’ll tell you more about it when I get back,’ she promised. Though not everything, of course. Least of all the part that would make Lyn think she’d flipped her lid completely.

      She talked, and gazed at Athelgar – until he turned away. Back towards the range, and all its ghosts. With clouds now over everything, the evening had come early. The lane was full of shadows, and they sucked him in at once.

II

       SLEEPERS

      Do your nightmares tear you apart?

      Do you wake up screaming, shouting in the dark?

      Do the demons keep you awake?

      Does the clock tick more slowly with every breath you take?

      THE LEVELLERS

       Dear Craig

       Hellooooo, gorgeous! Sorry that I haven’t been in touch. I hope you had a good flight back. I’m really missing you.

      I know you’re wondering how things went, down on the Plain. Well, I walked across the Imber range, from Bratton down to Heytesbury. I took the ‘American Road’ (of course!) – right past the place where D-Flight got ambushed by their own blokes back in February 89. The mission when you asked me out, in case you don’t remember.

       I’m on a bit of a high at the moment (have you noticed?!). I’ve got things sorted out at last – more than I dared hope. Have you ever felt there’s more to life than any of us dreamed! I won’t go on about it, though. You’d really think I’d lost it if I did.

       Lynnie sends her love. She’s thinking a lot about her brother Martin at the moment. The family’s lost touch with him, and she just got a card at Christmas time. He didn’t give his address – nor a reason why he simply upped and went. The silence is the worst bit: the not knowing. I hope that I can cheer her up. She’s done so much for me.

       Write soon!

      Love,

       Your pinko commie peacenik girlfriend

       Frannie

       PS. What do you mean, the Air Force checks your mail??

CHAPTER I

       Fiends and Ashes

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      Martin woke abruptly, with the dusk.

      The gloom had seeped in silently, and caught him unawares. The bedroom was engulfed in it, the furniture submerged. The double bed, his life raft, was awash.

      Panic clenched his muscles; he almost struggled upright straight away. Then slumped, as he remembered where he was. The dull, familiar room took shape again. Gloom clung to the wallpaper like filth. Only the window showed some light – a segment of colourless sky. From where he lay, the rooftops almost masked it.

      Everything was in its place. The digits on the bedside clock were bright and reassuring. But the coldness in his limbs took several moments to recede. He felt as if he’d woken with a spider on his cheek.

      He sat up stiffly, swinging his legs off the bed. The change in equilibrium made his empty stomach churn; he waited with his head down while it settled. Muzzily he rubbed his face; felt bristles rasp and chafe against his palms.

      The flat was very quiet. The dusk had flowed right through it, soaking in. A couple more hours before Claire got back: sighing her way through the door and switching lights on. She’d find the place deserted, yet again. It would be full dark by then – and he’d be out there, in it.

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