Ruth thought a lot of things in that moment: her cottage is a long way from UEA, two weeks is a long time, she would have to tidy the spare room. She thought so long that Tatjana said, ‘Of course, if it’s a problem…’
‘No,’ said Ruth. ‘No problem. It’ll be wonderful to see you again.’
But will it be wonderful, thinks Ruth, searching for the key card to open her office. Seeing Tatjana will bring back a whole slew of memories, not all of them pleasant. For many years afterwards she’d had nightmares about Bosnia. Bones gleaming in the sun, a hotel with endless corridors, door after identical door, grand staircases leading into nothingness, the flames of a bonfire, Tatjana’s face in the darkness.
The last time she saw Tatjana it had been a harrowing occasion. She still thinks about it, wonders if she could have said or done anything differently, if, by some small change, she could have made events turn out another way. She doesn’t know if, even fourteen years later, she’s ready to revisit that scene. She feels too fragile – not enough sleep, too many confrontations with Nelson. But Tatjana is her friend, and over the last year, she’s learnt a lot about friendship. Tatjana must want to see her badly if she’s made so much effort to get in touch. She mustn’t turn her away. She mustn’t let Tatjana down again.
While she is scrabbling in her organiser bag – it has so many zips and pockets that it’s almost impossible to find anything – she notices that the lights are on inside her office. She pushes open the door and finds Cathbad sitting at her desk, under the poster of Indiana Jones, reading
Although not entirely surprised – Cathbad makes rather a speciality of materialising in unexpected places – Ruth is taken aback to see him there, calm as a Buddha in his lab coat, his long hair in a ponytail, an expression of serene benevolence on his face. Although she sometimes sees Cathbad around the campus (he is a technician in the chemistry department), he rarely comes near the archaeology corridor. He once trained as an archaeologist under Erik and, perhaps for this reason, studiously avoids Phil, Ruth’s boss. Certainly no two men could be less alike than Erik and Phil.
‘Lewis Carroll,’ says Cathbad dreamily, ‘such a visionary.’
‘I thought he was a paedophile.’
‘He was a sad little man who liked the company of young girls. What’s wrong with that?’
‘Ask Nelson.’
Cathbad smiles. To everyone’s surprise, including their own, Cathbad and Nelson get on rather well. Twice they have faced considerable danger together and Cathbad is convinced that Nelson saved his life on one of these occasions. They are bound together by this circumstance, he says, forever. Nelson grunts sceptically when he hears this, but despite a famed intolerance for anything even slightly fey or alternative Nelson finds Cathbad good company. Beneath the New Age trappings is a keen intelligence at work in Cathbad. Nelson sometimes thinks that he would have made a good detective.
‘Nelson sees demons everywhere. How are you, Ruthie?’
Ruth is startled. For one thing, it seems like years since anyone has asked about her rather than Kate. For another – Ruthie? Only Erik ever called Ruth Ruthie.
‘I’m fine. You look different. What is it?’
Cathbad raises a slightly self-conscious hand to his face and Ruth realises.
‘You’ve shaved off your beard.’
For the past few years, Cathbad has sported a black beard, dramatically at odds with his greying hair. Without it he looks younger, more approachable and, to Ruth’s surprise, rather good-looking.
‘Maddy persuaded me.’
Maddy is Cathbad’s teenage daughter. It’s news to Ruth that they’re in contact. ‘Good for Maddy. It’s a distinct improvement.’
Ruth puts her bag on the visitor’s chair and waits for Cathbad to vacate hers. Instead, he smiles up at her, eyes very dark in his clean-shaven face.
‘How’s Hecate?’
‘Kate,’ snaps Ruth. Jesus, why can’t anyone get her name right?
‘I was thinking that it was about time for her naming ceremony.’
Cathbad has appointed himself Kate’s godfather. Ruth quite likes the idea of godparents (anyone turning up with presents is surely a Good Thing) but has refused to have Kate christened because of the little problem of not believing in God. Cathbad, who likes any opportunity to have a party, has suggested a pagan naming ceremony instead. Ruth doesn’t believe in the pagan gods either but at least Cathbad’s plans don’t involve a church. A picnic on the beach was his last suggestion.
‘Bit cold on the beach,’ she says now.
‘We could have a bonfire.’ Cathbad loves bonfires. He says they are libations for the gods but Nelson is convinced that he is a closet arsonist.
‘You’re not going to start sacrificing goats, are you?’
Cathbad looks hurt. ‘Of course not. It’s a very simple ceremony. We’re just going to show Kate to the gods, that’s all.’
‘Still sounds a bit Wicker Man.’
‘Forget the gods. Just see it as a party to welcome Kate to the world.’
‘That sounds okay, I suppose.’
‘Great. I’ll organise it. Shall we say Thursday week? Are you going to invite your parents?’
‘I don’t think a pagan naming ceremony will be quite their thing somehow.’
‘Are you sure? What about Shona?’
‘She’ll come.’ Shona loves a party almost as much as Cathbad does, and despite a Catholic upbringing she is definitely on the side of the pagans.
‘You’ll have to invite Phil too,’ says Ruth mischievously. ‘They’re together now.’
‘In that case I will invite him,’ says Cathbad with dignity. ‘Even though I find him a rather negative spiritual presence.’
It’s mutual, Ruth wants to tell him. But she doesn’t. Despite everything, she quite likes the idea of a party for Kate. She gives in and sits in the visitor’s chair. Good old Cathbad. He’s been a real support to her over the first few months of Kate’s life. He deserves to be a godparent.
Cathbad’s next words, though, wipe the indulgent smile from Ruth’s face.
‘We’ll have to have Nelson.’
‘Why?’ asks Ruth warily.
Cathbad looks at her blandly. One of the most irritating things about him is that you never quite know what he’s thinking.
‘I see Nelson as a sort of spiritual father to Kate.’
‘Do you?’ Ruth’s heart is beating fast but she keeps her face still.
‘He can be a Guardian. Someone to watch over her.’
‘Nelson’s a Catholic. He wouldn’t come to a pagan ceremony.’
‘He’s not hung up on ritual. He’d come. I’m sure of it.’
That’s what Ruth’s afraid of.
‘We must invite his wife too,’ she says.
‘I’ve only met her once,’ says Cathbad, ‘but she seems a beautiful soul.’
‘She’s very pretty,’ says Ruth drily.
‘I meant spiritually beautiful,’ says Cathbad. Ruth isn’t convinced. For all his high-flown spirituality, Cathbad is susceptible to good-looking women.
‘All right,’ says Ruth. ‘We’ll have a party and a bonfire. Invite all the beautiful people.’
Cathbad smiles and, long after he has left and Ruth is preparing for her tutorial, she still seems to see the smile lingering in the air, like the grin on the face of Lewis Carroll’s famous cat.
CHAPTER 8
A week later Ruth gets the results of the isotope analysis. She rings Nelson immediately but is told, importantly, that he is out ‘on police business’. His mobile phone is switched off so she leaves a message and waits
