Luke. She still hadnt looked at him. I walked down to the lake while it was still dark. There was someone out there.
Out in the garden? He pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. Who?
They were calling. For someone called Sammy.
He laughed. Probably a cat. You know how sound travels. On a cold, still night, and near water. It was probably someone in the village.
At last she had pushed back her hair. She gave him a small lop-sided grin, blowing on her tea. Of course. Why didnt I think of that.
Because you are an idiot and I love you. He smiled, still watching her face. She was white with exhaustion. The stress of the last two months had told heavily on her. Preoccupied with the business he had had to leave the organisation of the sale of the house, the packing and the move to her as well as the frequent trips to East Anglia to supervise the opening up of the house and the checks to the plumbing and electricity and although Lyn had from time to time taken Tom off her hands for a few hours to help her, he knew the strain had been enormous. She had lost about a stone and the dark rings under her eyes were gaunt reminders of night after night tossing sleepless beside him as they lay staring up at the ceiling locked in silent thought in the dark before the move.
First day of the rest of our lives, Joss. He raised his mug to clink against hers. Cheers.
Cheers. She smiled.
Alice and Joe appeared some half hour later as Joss was strapping Tom into his high chair. Good morning, sweetheart. Alice stopped and kissed the little boy on the head. Joss, my love, your father and I have been talking and weve decided to go back to town today.
But Mum Joss stared at her aghast. Why? I thought you liked it here
We do, Jossie. Joe sat down and pulled the teapot towards him. And well be back. Weve things to do at home, and shopping. He wiggled his eyebrows at Tom, who giggled and banged his spoon on the table in front of him. Shopping to do with Father Christmas. Well be back, love, before you know it. Your mum needs to rest a bit, Joss. Shes not really up to doing much at the moment. He shook his head. And I know her. She wont be able to sit still as long as she knows theres work to be done and besides, I think, and your mother agrees with me, that you and Luke need a few days to settle in on your own.
But we dont. Weve already discussed this, and I want you here. She knew she sounded like a spoiled child. With a miserable sniff Joss turned towards the stove and reached for the kettle. You cant go. Mum neednt do anything heavy. She can rest here
I think maybe theyre right, Joss, Luke said quietly. He glanced over her head at his father-in-law.
Well, at least Lyn can stay. Joss took a deep breath. Picking up a jug of milk she reached for Toms beaker.
No, love. Lyn is coming with us. Joe hooked the toast rack towards him. Selecting a piece he buttered it and cut it into strips, putting them down in front of his grandson. Weve talked it over with her too. She can come back next week if you want her, if she hasnt got another temporary job by then. He sighed. Uninterested in anything academic Lyn had left school at sixteen and drifted from one unsatisfactory temporary job to another. While Joss had stayed on to do her A levels and followed that with a brilliant career at Bristol University and then a teaching post, Lyn, at the age of twenty-eight, with two failed relationships and an aborted attempt at running her own catering business behind her, had moved back in with her parents and resumed her half-hearted trawl through the agencies. Joe shook his head. Then your mum and I will return on the Wednesday after that in plenty of time for Christmas. And well all stay as long as you like to help you get straight.
They had it all planned! Standing in the coach house later, with Toms gloved hand clutched in her own Joss stared at her husbands back as he leaned over the huge rusting engine of the Bentley. Why? Was it your idea?
Luke straightened. No, it wasnt. But I had the same feeling they did. You need to be here on your own, Joss. Its important. You need to explore. To get the feel of the place. They know you as well as I do better, for Gods sake. We all know how special places are to you. He walked over to the bench by the wall where already he had laid out a selection of his tools.
She shook her head. Am I so predictable? You can all tell how I feel before I feel it?
Fraid so! He chuckled.
And what about you? What are you going to feel about this place?
Cold mostly. And uneasy, he was going to say, though he wasnt quite sure why. The same way Joe and Alice had felt. They hadnt said anything, but he could see it in their eyes. No wonder they had wanted to get away. So, if you could arrange to have the kettle on in say half an hour, I can come in and thaw out. I want to keep to my plan if I can. Work on the old bus for George Maxim in the mornings, and on the house and garden in the afternoon. That way I can divide my time. Joss He looked suddenly concerned. We werent all ganging up on you, love. I promise. Listen, if you think you are going to feel a bit lonely, why dont you ask that Goodyear woman and her husband over for a meal. They are obviously dying to find out about us and we can do some reciprocal pumping about the house.
Right, Tom Tom, lets start at the top today for a change. Two days of unrelenting unpacking and sorting and cleaning later, her phone call made, and her invitation for supper at the end of the week ecstatically accepted by the Goodyears and the Fairchilds at the post office, Joss picked up a duster and broom and made for the stairs, the little boy running purposefully behind her.
In the attics a series of small rooms led out of one another, all empty, all wallpapered in small faded flowers and leaves, all with sloping ceilings and dark, dusty beams. Those facing south were full of bright winter sunshine warm behind the glass of the windows; those which looked out over the front of the house were cold and shadowed. Joss glanced at the little boy. He was staying very close to her, his thumb firmly held in his mouth. Nice house, Tom? She smiled at him encouragingly. They were looking at a pile of old books.
Tom go down. He reached out for her long sweater and wound his fingers into it.
Well go down in a minute, to make Daddy some coffee She broke off. Somewhere nearby she heard a childs laugh. There was a scuffle of feet running, then silence.
Boy. Tom informed her hopefully. He peered round her shyly.
Joss swallowed. There arent any boys here, Tom Tom. But of course, there must be. Boys from the village. The house had been empty so long it would have been very strange if no one had found their way in to explore the old place.
Hello? she called. Whos there?
There was silence.
Sammy? She remembered the name out of nowhere; out of the dark. Sammy, are you there? The silence was intense. It no longer seemed to be the silence of emptiness; it was a listening, enquiring silence.
Mummy, look. Tom tugged at her sweater. Flutterby! A ragged peacock butterfly, woken by the heat of the sun on the glass was fluttering feebly against the window, its wings shushing faintly, shedding red-blue dust.
Poor thing, its trapped. Joss looked at it sadly. To let it go out into the cold would mean certain death.
Poor thing, its trapped. Joss looked at it sadly. To let it go out into the cold would mean certain death.
The laughter came from the other end of the attic this time; pealing, joyous, followed again by the sound of feet. Tom laughed. See boys, he cried. Me wants to see boys.
Mummy wants to see boys too, Joss agreed. She stooped and picked him up, abandoning the butterfly as she pulled open the door which separated this room from the next. They shouldnt be here. Were going to have to tell them to go home for their lunch She broke off. The next room, larger than the rest, was the last. Beyond it, out of the high windows she could look down on the stableyard, seeing the doors pulled wide where Luke was standing in the coach house entrance talking to a strange man. Joss swung round. Where have those naughty boys gone?
Naughty boys gone. Tom echoed sadly. He too was staring round, tears welling in his eyes. This was where the sound of the children had come from without a doubt, but the room was empty even of the clutter which had stood in some of the others. The boards, sloping with age, were dusty. They showed no foot marks.
Tom, I think well go downstairs. She was uneasy. Lets go and make Daddy his coffee, then you can go and call him for me. She backed towards the door. Suddenly she didnt want to meet these hidden children after all.
The morning of their first informal supper party three days later Luke pulled open the cellar door and switched on the lights. Tom was asleep upstairs when he had dragged Joss away from her polishing. Lets have a real look at that wine. Well see if we can find something decent to drink tonight.
Running down the creaking staircase ahead of her he stared round. The cellar was cold and smelled strongly of damp. A preliminary glance a few days earlier had to their excitement told them the cellar contained a great deal of wine; racks of bottles, bins and cases stretched away into the darkness of a second cellar beyond the first. Joss? He turned and looked for her.
Joss was standing at the top of the stairs.
Joss, come on. Help me choose.
She shook her head. Im sorry, Luke. No. She took a step backwards. She couldnt explain her sudden revulsion. Ill go and put on the coffee or something.
He stared up at the doorway. Joss? Whats wrong? But she had gone. He shrugged. Turning he stood in front of the first wine rack and stared at it. Josss father had obviously had a good eye. He recognised some of the vintages, but this would need an expert to look at it one day. Perhaps David Tregarron would advise him when he came down to see them. Davids passion for wine, even greater than his love of history had been legendary in Josss staff room. Luke shivered. It was cold down here good for the wine of course, but not for people. Reaching out towards the rack he stopped suddenly and turning looked behind him. He thought he had heard something in the corner of the cellar out of sight behind the racks. He listened, his eyes searching the shadows where the light from the single strip light failed to reach. There was no other sound.
Uncomfortably he moved slightly. Joss? Are you still up there? His voice sounded very hollow. There was no reply.
He turned back to the wine rack, trying to concentrate on the bottles, but in spite of himself he was listening, glancing towards the darker corners. Grabbing two bottles at last, more or less at random, he looked round with a shiver and then turning for the stairs, raced up them two at a time. Slamming the cellar door behind him he turned the key with relief. Then he laughed out loud. Clot! What did you think was down there! By the time he had reached the kitchen and put the bottles on the table he had recovered himself completely.
Roy and Janet Goodyear and the Fairchilds arrived together for their first dinner party at exactly eight oclock, trooping in through the back door and standing staring round in the kitchen with evident delight.
Well, youve certainly made a fine job of everything, Roy Goodyear commented thoughtfully when they had all returned to the kitchen after a tour of the house. It all looks so nice and lived in, now. Joss followed his gaze. It did look good. Their china and glass unpacked, the dresser decorated with pretty plates and flowers, the long table laid and the range warming the room to a satisfactory glow. Luke had strung their Christmas cards from the bell wires and a huge bunch of mistletoe hung over the door out into the pantry.
Im sorry were eating in the kitchen. Joss filled up Janets glass.
My dear, we wouldnt want to be anywhere else. Youve got it really lovely and cosy here. Sally Fairchild had seated herself at the table, her elbows spread amongst the knives and forks. Joss could see her gaze going now and then to the corn dolly which Luke had suspended from a length of fishing twine over the table.
I expect the Duncans were very formal when they lived here. Luke lifted the heavy casserole from the oven and carried it to the table. Sit down, Roy. And you, Alan.
They were when Philip was alive. Roy Goodyear levered his heavy frame into a chair next to his wife. In his late fifties he was taller by a head than Janet, his face weather-beaten to the colour of raw steak, his eyes a strangely light amber under the bushy grey brows. Your father was a very formal man, Joss. Both couples now knew the full story of Josss parentage. But in the sixties people from his background still did observe all the formalities. They wouldnt have known anything else. They kept a staff here of course. Cook and housemaid and two gardeners. When we came to dinner here we always dressed. Philip had a magnificent cellar. He cocked an eye at Luke. I suppose its too much to hope that its still there.
It is, as a matter of fact. He glanced at Joss. He had not mentioned his hasty exit from the cellar to her, nor asked her why she had refused to go down there with him. Weve got a friend in London Josss ex boss, in fact who is a bit of a wine buff. I thought we might ask him to come down and have a look at it.
Roy had already glanced at the bottle and nodded contentedly. Well, if he needs any help or encouragement, dont forget your neighbours across the fields, I would very much like to see what youve got.
Apart from the ghost, of course, Janet put in quietly.
There was a moments silence. Joss glanced at her sharply. I suppose there had to be a ghost.
And not just any old ghost either. The village say it is the devil himself who lives here. Alan Fairchild raised his glass and squinted through it critically. Isnt that right, Janet? You are the expert on these matters. He grinned broadly. Silent until now he was obviously enjoying the sensation his words had caused.
Alan! Sally Fairchild blushed pink in the candlelight. I told you not to say anything about all that. These poor people! Theyve got to live here.
Well, if he lives in the cellar, I didnt see him. With a glance at Joss Luke lifted the lid off the casserole for her and handed her the serving ladle, his face veiled in fragrant steam.
Joss was frowning. If were sharing the house, Id like to know who with, she said. She smiled at Alan. Come on. Spill the beans. Who else lives here? I know we have visits from time to time by village children. Id quite like that to stop. I dont know how they get in.
Kids are the end these days. Janet reached for a piece of bread. No discipline at all. It shouldnt surprise me if they do come here because the house has been empty for so long, but with the legend she paused. Id have thought theyd be too scared.