To Dream of the Dead

And they had Gregory. Straightforward, open. Comparatively. Be a star in the slammer — not only could he make a serviceable shiv out of a plastic teaspoon or whatever, but he knew where to put it and he’d have nothing at all to lose.

When you thought about it, he’d had nothing to lose last night on the edge of Coleman’s Meadow.

It was clear that Gregory — finally betrayed by Blore’s amateurism in the craft of killing — had figured his last hope was to nick Gomer’s Jeep and take off across the fields, smashing through barriers, negotiating floods until he was clear.

Bliss had been nauseously sure that one of them — Gomer or Lol Robinson — was going to get the blade.

What had sapped the lad’s resolve was hard to figure. According to Terry Stagg, first through the gate, he’d done one precise, calculated downward sweep of the knife through the empty air, at nothing, and the momentum of it had brought him to his knees, the knife burying itself in the earth.

When they’d cuffed him and bagged up the blade, Bliss administering the caution, Gregory had been gazing out over the empty field towards the derelict orchard, and he’d been going, ‘Just keep that ole woman away from me, all right? I don’t like her.’

And then twice more, ‘I don’t like her.’

Credits, plus…

They are covering the snake, they are covering the snake, covering it over. But don’t worry. The people that know will know that it’s there, the people that know will know.

Amanda Attfield, 2007

The Dinedor Serpent/Rotherwas Ribbon was discovered by archaeologists just a few months after publication of The Remains of an Altar, which described the events leading up to the Cole Hill/Coleman’s Meadow revelations. And, as you’ve just been reading, it led to a similar furious row. Eight protesters were arrested, some detained in cells as far away as Worcester before the charges of aggravated trespass were dropped.

The coincidence was inescapable: same situation, same council. There was no way I could avoid finding out how the serpent might wriggle into the Dream of the Dead scenario. The new road, by the way, is now open, although the controversy goes on.

It should be emphasised, however, that none of the councillors or officials in this book is in any way connected with existing or past members of the Herefordshire Council.

And no members of the current Herefordshire Council have ever served on any quango called Hereforward. (Good name though, ennit?)

Many thanks to the archaeologist Jodie Lewis for crucial background on the way digs are organised and financed these days and checking certain chapters. Also to Tracy Thursfield, who knows about these things. However, any damage caused to the archaeological profession and its traditions are entirely down to me. I particularly made a point of not approaching any archaeologists working for Herefordshire Council, so the opinions of Neil Cooper are entirely his own.

Thanks to the people in and around local government in this area who, for obvious reasons, would rather not be named.

In roughly the same period, the Border area was affected by widespread flooding — not as severe as nearby Tewkesbury and Upton-upon-Severn, but still fairly devastating. Many people didn’t get home on several nights. Thanks to Mike Eatock for exhaustive technical background on bridge collapses, and his wife, Yvonne, for processing it.

Thanks to Chris Hinsley re. Dinedor and for helping with suggestions for the cover picture which, in the end, was pushed out by the Wern Derys standing stone. This cover was problematic for a long time, and the excellent (and flexible) John Mason spent many long days exploring possibilities.

Disturbances connected with ancient sites: thanks to John Moss, of the British Society of Dowsers, and Clare Dewhurst, who told me about her experience at Avebury.

Thanks to Hereford journalist Sally Boyce. Fiona Hopes, of the Gatekeeper Trust; Maggy Anthony, for inspirational thoughts on the origins of a complex kind of atheism; Peter Bell for a Hereford trader’s viewpoint.

To Peter Brooks for parish affairs, guardians, Endtime and other problems. Michael Nicholson for artistic considerations.

Melvyn Pritchard, for letting me have a quick go on his JCB.

Allan Watson for the citrine and giving me the Elbow.

Karen Dowell, who donated her name a few years ago, probably never suspecting that the then DC Dowell, who she does not resemble, would get promoted into regular service.

Bernard Knight for eleventh-hour advice re stabbing people accurately.

Gabrielle Drake and Cally for oiling wheels, re Nick Drake, and Kobalt Music Publishing Limited, 4 Valentine Place London SE1 4QH for permission to quote the lines from Nick’s ‘River Man’.

Bev Craven for his brilliant designs for the Ledwardine Leisurewear collection, available exclusively from the tireless Terry Smith — details on the website www.philrickman.co.uk, designed and maintained by Krys and Geoff Boswell and Jack.

Jonathan Black’s The Secret History of the World (Quercus) planted some seeds.

On the editorial side, endless, heartfelt thanks to Carol, who slaved for so many weeks and always thought of ways out. And, in the Endtime, to long-suffering copy-editor Nick Austin and my agent, Andrew Hewson, who read the MS twice in two days, as we ran out of injury time and into penalty shootouts. Finally to Nic Cheetham, Georgina Difford, Laura Palmer and Lucy Ramsey at Quercus, for ultimate patience and unfazeability.

The saying, To dream of the dead is a sign of rain, was told to Ella Mary Leather, author of The Folklore of Herefordshire by a Mrs Powell, of Dorstone.

Thank you, Mrs Powell.