The Devil in Green (101 page)

Shaking himself from the horror, Mallory jumped to his feet and ran, pausing only to snatch up his sword. He found an energy reserve he didn't know existed, speeding across the uneven terrain as if he were flying.

Sophie was searching the periphery of the wood, desperately upset. She was overcome with relief when he skidded up to her, throwing her arms around his neck. 'I heard the sounds,' she said queasily.

Mallory threw her off. 'No time.' He dragged her behind him as if she were feather-light, then scrambled into the van and deftly hot-wired the ignition.

'What about the owner?' Sophie asked, anticipating the truth.

'He's had it.' Mallory was filled with lightning. He thrust the gears into reverse and roared backwards, the wheels screeching in protest. Through the trees he could see a low, black shape approaching, now bizarrely part red.

Mallory spun the van around in the road and sped away.

There was more than half a tank of fuel, easily enough to get them to their destination. They had to drive cautiously along roads that had barely seen any traffic for a year, where the snow drifted so deeply they had to dig a path through with a shovel they found in the back.

Sophie began to doze intermittently and seemed on the brink of complete exhaustion. It left Mallory alone with his thoughts at a time when he really didn't need to be. Fragmented, buried memories surfaced, mingling with stark images of another world, another life. Once, he glanced at the side mirror and saw the hooded figure that haunted him standing in the middle of a field, lonely and stark amid the ruts of snow and sweep of mud and grass, scavenging crows bucking and diving around it. The sight made him cold and sick, and left him with a feeling that he was rushing towards a reckoning. The past wouldn't be staying behind him for much longer.

A mile from their destination, and with twilight coming in hard, the van suddenly lost all power and drifted to the side of the road.

'What's wrong?' Sophie mumbled as she stirred from sleep.

The next ten minutes were spent checking everything under the bonnet, but the problem remained a mystery. 'Back to walking, I think.' Mallory looked up at the darkening sky, then forced a smile. 'Maybe we're just jinxed.'

The warmth of the day faded quickly. The black dog was a way behind them, but a strange, troubling atmosphere was rolling out across the deserted landscape. The road wound amongst oppressive clusters of trees

heavy on both sides. The occasional isolated house appeared, dark- windowed and uninhabited, but still with curtains and hanging baskets, as though the residents had been driven out and no looters had dared to venture in.

This far from the city, the fields were now clogged with thistles and weeds, the grass unclipped by cows or sheep. Soon the only mark of farming would be the wild hedge boundaries. The wind blew across the land, cold and shrill, stirring the rooks' nests in the tallest trees. The birds occasionally broke the silence with their raucous calls.

'We can't be far off,' Mallory said, consulting the book of maps he had brought with him from the van.

Sophie fumbled for his hand. 'Are you nervous?' she said, manifestly feeling so herself.

'No,' he said reassuringly. 'But I still wish we were walking in the opposite direction.'

'We're a Brother and Sister of Dragons,' she said ironically. 'We're only allowed to do the right thing.'

As they passed a deserted pub standing lonely at a junction, Sophie started and looked out across the fields. 'There's someone out there,' she said urgently.

'I noticed them about half a mile back,' Mallory said. 'They've been tracking us, keeping to the hedges and the shadows.'

'What are they?'

'I don't know. At first I thought they were animals, deer or some
thing ...
I thought I saw
horns ...
I don't know.' He adjusted his cloak so he could reach his sword easily if necessary. 'But then they looked as if they were walking on two legs sometimes.'

'Oh.'

'I think they're waiting for dark.'

'They like that, don't they?'

'I've been wondering,' Mallory said obliquely, 'do the gods you worship come to your rescue if you pray? Or aren't they that hands-on?'

'I think whatever created the universe would have an interest in the life that populates it, don't you?'

'I thought for a long time that there wasn't a God,' Mallory mused. 'You look at all the random suffering and the mean-spiritedness and the venality, and you think if there was a God He needs to be deposed pretty damn quick.'

Sophie sensed the gravity at the end of his comment. 'But?'

He sighed. 'Anything I say would be too twee. No one would take me seriously any more.'

'Go on, I won't tell.' They both knew the conversation was a distraction to keep away the void that lay at the end of the day.

'Well,' he began uncomfortably, 'take love. The evolutionists say it's a mechanical impetus, perfectly designed to create a bond between two breeding partners and then to provide an atmosphere of security so the offspring can thrive and perpetuate the species. But anyone who feels love
knows
that's not true. Inside your head you know exactly what love is but you can't express it in words because it's too rich and
complex ... so
otherworldly ... so non-human . . .'He was struggling to find the words. 'That's it. It's not
of us.
It doesn't exist within our frame of reference at all. It comes from . . . somewhere else . . .'

'Are you trying to tell me something, Mallory?' She smiled teasingly.

'Tallent, the only people who could possibly love you are the kind who'll come up to you in a park in piss-stained trousers and do a dance for twenty pence.'

'There's hope for you yet, then, Mallory.'

The road sloped gently down, curving around the edge of another thick copse. A house stood dark and forlorn amongst the trees. Sophie eyed the dying light anxiously; they couldn't pretend the dark wasn't coming any longer.

'Are we nearly there?' she asked.

Mallory closed the map book with a bang. 'It should be around here somewhere. Which is good. Because they're getting closer.'

A tiny B-road branched off past the deserted house. A little further on, they saw their destination, the symbolism so striking it brought an instant frisson. A ruined church stood at the centre of a large field, while encircling it, enclosing it, forever linked to it, was a Neolithic henge monument consisting of a raised bank and an internal ditch with a ceremonial entrance. The scene was heavy with the resonance of ancient mysteries in conflict yet at the same time inextricably joined.

The wind whistled across the countryside, buffeting them as they ran for the church. On the edge of the world the light was now only a pencil- width. Across the fields on all sides, grey shapes scurried and jumped and ran, neither animals nor beasts but something of both, all converging rapidly on Knowlton.

Mallory and Sophie slipped past the iron gate and sprinted through the gap in the ringbank. Instantly the wind fell, but the grass continued to ripple.

The church was no shelter. The roof and the outer wall on the far side were completely missing. The bell tower standing erect at the heart of the feminine circle offered a feeble defensive position, but it was still open to the sky and the doorway was wide enough to ensure Mallory wouldn't have to make a stand for long.

Mallory spun around on the crunching gravel, sword in hand, then said, 'This is it, then.' He tried to make it sound positive, but the fatalism wouldn't stay out of his voice. He looked to Sophie as if to say,
Now's the time - do your stuff.

She leaned in the doorway and looked out across the henge, mesmerised by the shapes sweeping towards them. She guessed there must be hundreds of them.

Mallory's sword was growing bluer with each passing second. She turned to him and said, 'Drive it into the ground.'

He didn't question her. Once it was embedded in the gravel, Sophie squatted down and muttered. A second later, she threw her head back and gasped. 'So powerful here.' The words sounded like steam escaping from a pipe.

Mallory knew better than to interrupt. He was disturbed by the sound of a horn, a distinct blast that sounded somehow ancient and eerily threatening. The light was almost gone and everything had taken on a ghostly greyness. Across the sky, clouds swept in that looked strangely like men on horseback. He fixed on them until Sophie exclaimed and pointed through the doorway.

Two red lights approached the perimeter of the henge. They floated unsettlingly in the dark, and it was a second before Mallory realised they were eyes. Old Shuck had found them.

Urgently, he turned back to Sophie - threats were converging on them from every side and their time was almost gone. In the split second his attention had been away from her, she had changed. Her eyes blazed with blue light, her muscles holding her as rigid as wood while sapphire sparks flashed around her limbs. From the sword, lines of the earth energy radiated up into the stone structure of the church and, even as he watched, rushed out into the henge.

Blue lightning flashed all around. Mallory heard a voice that wasn't Sophie's, or his, or anyone he knew, saying, 'There are worlds beyond worlds. Which one is real?'

And then the night snapped shut.

Darkness lay heavily over everything. Only the glow of Mallory's sword provided any illumination. They stood in a dense forest, the trees so tightly packed that they couldn't see a beginning or end of it. The thick canopy of branches and leaves made it impossible to tell if it was night or day, but they guessed from the cool, strong aroma of vegetation that it was dark.

'Where are we?' Mallory said.

'I don't know.' Sophie sounded dazed; the effects of whatever she had done had taken their toll.

As Mallory shucked off his disorientation, the words of the strange beings at Old Sarum came back to him. 'The Forest of the Night,' he muttered. The place where they would become the prey of the Wild Hunt.

As if in echo of his thoughts, the dim sound of a hunting horn rang out through the forest. The density of the trees made it impossible to tell if it was distant or close at hand. He slipped a hand under Sophie's arm to help her to her feet.

'Come on,' he said insistently. 'We have to move.'