'I'm not going to break anything.' Ruth pulled away from Church and looked him full in the face. 'I'm not some stupid bimbo. I know what's at stake. I know what my responsibilities are. And I'll be there to the end.' She stared hard at Veitch and what Church saw in that look unnerved him. 'But don't expect me to be friends with that bastard. Don't expect me to pass the time of day with him. And if we get to the end of this alive I'm going to make sure he faces up to his responsibility. And see he gets put away for his crime.'
They emerged from the Temple of Mirrors to a balmy summer night alight with thousands of stars. Only the faintest breeze stirred the treetops. Church staggered up the grassy bank with the Grail held before him so Tom could see what they had achieved. Tom was already on his feet, and Church was shocked to see his face was glowing with respect.
As they walked back across the meadows, Shavi and Laura talked quietly with Ruth while Veitch trailed along behind, lonely and isolated.
Tom caught up with Church at the front and grabbed his arm. 'I'm worried we'll lose the boy.'
'I'll have a word with Ryan,' Church said wearily; the emotional distractions were a blow too much. 'I don't want us pulled apart from within. If we can't count on each other-'
'Remain focused,' Tom said. 'You've done a remarkable job so far. Better than I expected on our first meeting.'
'Is that a note of support?'
'Make the most of it. They're few and far between.'
Was that a glimmer of humour? Church wondered. He glanced surreptitiously at Tom, but his face was as implacable as ever; all his emotions were locked so tightly inside they seemed almost separate from him. Church had the impression he hadn't always been like that, that his experiences at the hands of the gods had been so terrible that emotional detachment was the only way he could have survived.
'Are you ever going to let us into all your secrets?' Church asked.
'When the time's right.'
'We're not children, you know.'
'You are children, in the ways of the gods and in the true mysteries of the universe. You're learning how to see things truly after a lifetime of being blinkered. And like any learning process, too much too soon would be detrimental.'
'And you're our teacher.' Church sighed.
'For my sins.'
'Can't you at least tell me what lies ahead?'
'That's the last thing I'd tell you.'
Church glanced back at the rag-tag bunch following and felt a sweep of pessimism. There was no one he would describe as a hero. In fact, most of them seemed damaged to the point of uselessness.
Tom seemed to sense his thoughts. 'People are forged by hardship,' he said simply.
Church shook his head, stared at the ground.
'It's a terrible fact of life that nobody has wisdom until they've tasted bereavement,' he continued. 'Of all life's experiences, that's the sole one with truly alchemical power. Knowing that, given a choice, we would all stay ignorant. Yet, ironically, we're better people for having gone through it. Bereavement is the key to meaning, and you all have that wisdom within you. The building blocks are there-'
'And you expect damaged goods to pile them into some sort of structure?'
Tom shrugged and looked away; Church couldn't tell if Tom was annoyed by his defeatism or acknowledging it.
They reached the tunnel back to the world soon after. At the entrance they all turned and looked back over the idyllic landscape, glistening in the moonlight, breathing deeply of the sweet, scented air; there was true magic in every aspect of it.
'I could stay here forever,' Ruth said.
Tom nodded. 'Yes. That's the danger.'
When they emerged on the tor, it was the dark just before dawn, yet they all felt that only an hour or more had passed since they had first entered the tunnel. They immediately noticed a subtle difference: the night was significantly warmer.
'It's like summer,' Ruth said curiously.
They made their way down the winding path to the town as dawn broke, golden and comforting. But as they killed time on the high street waiting for the cafe to open for breakfast, a delivery van dropped off a bundle of papers outside the newsagents. Church wandered over to glance at the headlines.
'Look at this,' he said in an uneasy voice.
The others gathered round as he pointed out the date beneath the masthead. During their brief stay in Otherworld, two weeks had passed. It was April 1.
Chapter Sixteen
'You lot have got it all wrong. This is the key to eternal youth. You spend a couple of weeks in that place and when you get home, everyone goes, `How do you stay so young? What are your beauty secrets?' Then you go round to all your old boyfriends and point out their wrinkles.' Laura sat with her feet on the dashboard between Veitch and Shavi, who was driving. Church, Tom and Ruth sat in the back amidst the camping equipment and what clothes and supplies they could afford. The discovery of the time differential had left them feeling uncomfortable.
'You're missing the point,' Church said irritably. 'We can't afford to lose two weeks. We've still got one more of these damned talismans to recover-'
'Stop moaning.' Laura swivelled to flash him a challenging smile. 'There's nearly a month to the deadline. That's enough time to do this walking backwards.' She turned to Tom. 'Anyway, Grandad, you must have known about this before we crossed over.'
'Yes,' Ruth said. 'Why didn't you say anything? I'm sick of you not telling us things before they happen.'
Tom took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. 'No point. We had to go. You would have found out sooner or later.'
'You mean you didn't want to take the chance some of us wouldn't cross over.' He didn't return Ruth's pointed stare.
'It's a good thing this mission is based on trust,' Laura said ironically before slipping off her boots and planting her feet on the windscreen.
'Bet that position feels familiar,' Ruth said sharply. Laura showed her middle finger over her shoulder.
Church rested one hand on the crate they'd picked up from the grocer's to store the stone, the sword and the cauldron; it seemed faintly sacrilegious, but the need for easy, well-disguised transport was more pressing. He could almost feel the power of the talismans through his fingertips. And sometimes it was like he could feel them talking to him, incomprehensible whispers curling like smoky tendrils around his mind. Part of it made him tremble with awe; another part of it made his skin crawl. 'I feel nervous carrying these things around with us.'
'The Fomorii can't touch them,' Tom noted.
'They'll just get somebody else to do their dirty work.' He paused. 'Now we're out of Glastonbury, does that mean we're meat for the Wild Hunt again?'
Tom nodded.
'We'd better make sure we're somewhere secure by nightfall,' Ruth said.
'How about some music?' Laura went to turn on the radio. Ruth told her to wait while she pulled a cassette out of her bag and threw it up front. Laura made a face, but put it in the machine anyway. A second later Sinatra began to sing about flying off to foreign climes for excitement and romance.
Church's face brightened with surprise. 'I thought we'd lost this!'
'Even the Wild Hunt didn't want it,' Laura said sulkily.
