The Red Abbey Chronicles (10 page)

Dori’s Bird chattered indignantly.

“It is breeding season,” said Dori. “The koan birds are breeding on the other side of the mountain.” We exchanged a glance.

“There are sheltered coves in the east,” I said slowly.

“They have come,” whispered Jai.

“They do not know the mountains. It will take them a long time to find their way here. And it is dark.” Dori called to the koan bird with a whistle and it came to her at once. She stroked its feathers while Bird looked on jealously, then she carefully shooed the koan bird out and shut the window. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

As soon as my feet touched the floor I could feel her. The Crone was very close. I could feel her hunger and her darkness. The door to her realm was still closed, but the Crone’s pungent breath came floating through the night.

I took a deep breath.

“They are close. Maybe already over the mountain.”

We looked at each other. Jai, Dori, Ennike and I. We racked our brains in quiet desperation, thinking what we should do.

Jai threw her blanket aside. “I am waking Sister Nummel.”

“I will run to Mother,” said Dori, and they were both out of the door in a flash. Ennike ran around and shook the still-sleeping novices awake.

I sat down. The ship and the men did not concern me. It was not them I feared. It was the thought of the Crone’s voice that froze up my limbs. I could not move. My heart was thudding wildly. My arms felt the weight of Anner’s body again. I had tried to protect her and give her some of my food, but she was already a weak child when she was born. Sickly. I could not get her to eat. I could not get her fever down. She could not withstand the Crone’s siren call. She left me with empty arms.

I was still sitting there when Sister Nummel entered the room.

“How can you be so sure?” she said to Jai, who came in after her. “A single bird is not a sign.” She looked at the frightened faces of the half-asleep novices.

“Honestly, Maresi.” Sister Nummel glared at me. “They listen to you, that is not a power you should abuse. Think of the junior novices. They will be scared out of their minds.”

The junior novices. They had to get out of bed. The thought of them shot life into my paralysed limbs. I quickly put on my pullover, stuck my left foot in a sandal and made my way between the beds, hopping on one leg to get the other sandal on. Sister Nummel protested but I did not hear what she said. Jai looked at me and gave me a quick nod. She ripped the blanket away from the novice nearest to her.

“Up, at once! Get dressed. Warm clothes over your nightgowns. Now.”

I rushed past Ennike’s bed and into the junior novices’ dormitory. I stood in the doorway and looked at the sleeping heads on white sheets. Thin little necks and half-open mouths. Heo, Ismi, Leitha, Sirna and Paene. Jai’s words echoed in my head.
He
will
have his revenge on everyone who sheltered me. Everyone.
I could feel the Crone. She was pulling us towards her door.

“Up, girls,” I whispered so as not to scare them. “You must get up at once. Get dressed.”

They were all so used to doing what I said that they sat up and stretched their arms to be dressed. The sleepiness in their eyes and mouths prevented them from asking questions. I herded them into the other dormitory, where Sister Nummel stood with arms crossed angrily over her chest. The older novices stood in a scared huddle looking at me and Sister Nummel and not knowing whom to believe. When Ismi saw them she burst into tears and Heo put a skinny little arm around her shoulders.

“Do not cry, Ismi. Maresi is here. She can protect us.” Heo’s voice was calm and full of trust.

I had almost betrayed them. My fear cost us a lot of precious time.

Jai came running and I left the junior novices for a moment to follow her into the yard. I heard Sister Nummel come after us. The thin crescent of the new moon hung low in the sky. Goddess help us, her power is at its weakest now, I thought. Not much was visible in the sparse light. The central courtyard
was empty. The night lay thick over the island. Sister Nummel stood behind me and took a deep breath in preparation to tell us off.

Up by Hearth House we heard a scream. We could all recognize Cissil’s voice. Then a metallic clang. The slam of a door. Another scream. Silence.

“The goat door,” whispered Sister Nummel. “They have come through the goat door.”

“Hearth House.” I could barely get the words out. That is where Cissil, Joem and Sister Ers slept.

Two figures came hurrying down Moon Steps followed by a dark, flapping shape. Mother, Dori and Bird.

“Up to the Temple yard,” Mother called without stopping. “They have surrounded us. I saw them from the Moon yard. Some are waiting outside the main gate in case we try to escape. But they cannot have got through there. They must have come through the goat door.”

Jai and I were back into Novice House before she had even finished her sentence.

“Get out. The men are here. Up to the Temple yard this instant.”

I picked up Leitha, the littlest one, took Heo by the hand and ran. Jai came after me leading Ismi and
Paene by the hand, and I saw Ennike pulling Sirna along with her. I could hear the sound of running feet behind me as all the other novices followed behind. Sister Nummel was waiting for us outside, counting us as we ran past.

Eve Steps had never felt so long. Leitha gripped my neck so tightly I almost choked. I had to slow down so that Heo could keep up. I could barely see where to put my feet in the darkness and I stumbled many times, hitting my shins and stubbing my toes.

At last we got to the top. Mother and all the sisters were gathered in the Temple yard.

“I cannot allow that,” I heard Mother whisper to the Rose as I stopped beside them. “Never.”

“They are going to do it anyway,” said the Rose. She looked very rigid and pale. “You know it. This way at least I can protect the others.” Her eyes ran over me and the other novices behind me and back to Mother’s face. “The little ones.”

“Eostre,” Mother said, her voice barely a whisper.

“I am not Eostre any more. I am servant to the Rose, I am the Maiden incarnate. This is my domain.”

“We have to block the stairs,” said Sister O brusquely. “Now. They are already down in the
central courtyard, can you not hear them? They are searching Novice House and Body’s Spring.”

“That is impossible,” said Sister Loeni. “We will never make it in time.”

“We have to try.” Mother turned to me. “Maresi, remember what I asked you. Take the children to Knowledge House. Take them down into the crypt. It is the safest place on the island. We can only hope they do not realize too soon that it is a door. Barricade it from the inside if you can. And take Jai. Goddess be with you.” Mother looked sternly at the other older novices. “Do you want to go with Maresi and Jai?”

I hoisted Leitha farther up on my hip. “Come! Hurry up!” I could hear aggressive shouts and vulgar laughter coming from down in the central courtyard and started edging back towards Knowledge House.

Ennike shook her head. “Not me. If no one of Jai’s age stays here they will be suspicious. They will search for you. But if some of us stay here maybe we can fool them.”

“I will stay too,” said Dori. Toulan nodded without a word.

I could not wait any longer. Once I had opened the doors to Knowledge House and ushered in the
little ones I glanced over my shoulder. The sisters were in the Temple yard facing the steps, forming a wall in front of the novices. Mother stood at the front with arms raised high.

None of the novices came with us.

J
AI AND
I
LOCKED THE DOOR BEHIND US
and hurried into Knowledge House with the little ones in our arms and holding our hands. We stopped at the door to the crypt. The only way to distinguish the door from the rest of the corridor is by the writing, which was difficult to make out in the dim light.

“How do you open it?” Jai whispered.

“I have never been inside,” I answered quietly. Standing so close to the realm of the Crone was making me feel dizzy. “But Sister O said that all you have to do is know it is a door.”

I put my hand over the writing and pressed. Without a sound, a large section of stone slid inward and revealed a staircase leading down into pitch-darkness. An ice-cold draught made the little girls shiver. Otherwise they were very calm. Maybe they did not entirely understand what was happening.
They did not cry or complain. But I could feel the Crone’s breath and I gulped.

“Are we going down there?” asked Heo.

“Yes, but we need light,” I answered. “Otherwise we could fall and hurt ourselves. Jai, take the girls inside while I fetch lamps. If you hear anything shut the door behind you immediately.”

Jai ushered the girls in through the doorway and I ran down the corridor to the classroom where we keep lamps and tinderboxes for our occasional evening lessons. As, with shaking hands, I picked up two oil lamps, I heard a sound coming from the yard that I had not heard for years.

The sound of a man’s voice.

I had to know what was happening. I put the lamps down on the table quietly and crept over to the window.

The men had come up Eve Steps. I could not see their faces properly in the light of the thin crescent moon. They were like a dense mass of darkness in front of Mother, who stood with raised arms and her grey hair loose down her back. The sisters stood behind her, and behind them were the novices, shivering in their nightgowns like petals on apple flowers. The men were an undulating mass of barely restrained
violence, ready at any moment to rip the petals apart and throw them into the sea, dash them against the rocks, spear them on their sharp weapons which glinted in the moonlight. I saw wild blond beards, shaved heads, hands tattooed with peculiar symbols.

Mother had no defence against attack, only her outstretched hands.

“Men are forbidden on this island.” Her voice was so clear and sharp that it cut through the rattle of steel and angry voices, through the window panes separating me from the yard.

“Men are forbidden in this Abbey.” Her voice did not falter. It was as clear as the clang of the Blood bell. “Leave at once. Go back to your ship. Sail away and you will live as long as your life thread allots to you.”

I could see Mother’s profile. She looked resolute and authoritative. Her voice made the men hesitate. It stopped them drawing their daggers and advancing. They remembered the eerie lull before the sudden storm. They backed up.

Then one man pushed past the others. He had fair clipped hair and a well-trimmed beard. I could not distinguish the colour of his clothes but his jacket had a richly embroidered collar and his dagger had a decorated shaft. I knew who he was at once.

Jai’s father.

“Where is she? Where is that little whore?”

When he came face to face with Mother and all her strength and solemnity, he hesitated but did not retreat. He tightened his grip on the shaft of his dagger.

“Give me what is mine, woman, and I will leave you unharmed and in peace.”

But the look in his eyes told a different story.

“You are mistaken,” said Mother calmly, her hands still held high. They did not quiver. “There is nothing of yours here. And it is you and your men who will suffer harm.”

Jai’s father raised his hand and knocked Mother’s aside, and his men gasped in fear, but nothing happened.

“Stop whimpering like dogs,” he roared. He leant in towards Mother. “Where is she? Where is my—” he spat out the word “—daughter?”

“She is my daughter now,” Mother answered calmly. “Leave.”

“Quiet!” bellowed Jai’s father and turned to his men. “Search the buildings. Okret, take one group. Vinjan, take some men with you. You know who you are looking for.”

The men drew their daggers. A few came and surrounded the sisters and novices. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, stood very close to Sister O and the Rose. He was wearing a jacket that shone like silk in the moonlight and he had a two-pronged beard that was so blond it was almost white. A saw-toothed dagger as long as my forearm hung from his belt. He had many tattoos on his hands and forehead. He stared hard at the Rose and ran his tongue back and forth over his teeth behind closed lips. The Rose was turned towards the ocean and staring out with unseeing eyes.

The other men were led away by two men in similar clothes to Jai’s father, one old, one young. They soon returned.

“The houses are empty, Brother,” said the older man and stood next to Jai’s father. “Nobody is there.”

“But that house is locked, Uncle,” said the younger man, pointing at Knowledge House. He wore a black jacket like Jai’s father. He did not look up at his uncle; instead he looked over to the women in white, then down at the ground, and ran his fingers nervously over the dagger in his belt.

“So go and get something to break down the door!” roared Jai’s father. “Now!”

I jumped down from the window sill and snatched the lamps and tinderboxes.

I kicked off my sandals and ran silently through the corridor back to the crypt. I could hear the sound of men’s voices outside the door, more muffled than before. I could not make out the words. They would soon find something to break down the door. Very soon.

When I joined the others, Jai had already heard the men’s voices and did not waste a second in closing the door behind me. It shut without a sound. Only then did I dare light the oil lamps. Pale faces met me in the low light. The flickering flames lit up grey stone walls and a winding staircase. We dared not speak; we just went down one by one in silence. I had no choice but to swallow my fear and go first. The staircase was not long and when we came to the bottom I think we were about level with the central courtyard. The stairs led into a long, narrow room with a low ceiling, natural stone walls and alcoves along both sides. The room was cold and undecorated, but it was not abandoned. The floor was swept clean and a little altar was set up in the middle of the room with gifts to the Crone: a winter apple from last autumn, some beautiful moonstones and a shed snakeskin.

Jai and I held out our lamps and took a few tentative steps inside the room. The light glowed in the alcoves. The recesses contained the remains of all the sisters who had lived and died on Menos. The Crone’s shadows were hiding between the bones and in the skulls’ dark eye-sockets. I had never felt her presence so strongly before, not even during Moon Dance. I could not see the door to her realm, but I knew it was there, ever waiting, biding its time. The little girls kept close to me and Jai, quiet and solemn. The room was very long and the far end was in darkness.

“I cannot see anything to barricade the door with,” said Jai, lifting the lamp. I swallowed and shook my head.

“We can only hope they do not find it.”

When we reached the far end of the room we saw that it was not a room at all, but a natural cave, part of a whole cave system, which the sisters had chiselled and shaped into a crypt for their dead. The short side of the cave was blocked with a large wooden door, rotten with age. Next to it there were seven alcoves which were a little bigger than the others, each laid with fresh flowers. The names of the dead were written on brass plaques.
Kabira. Clarás. Garai. Estegi.
Orseola
. Sulani. Daera.
After each name there was an ornate mark. Maybe an “
I
”. I did not think about it at the time but have pondered it since.

I told the junior novices to sit down, and Jai and I put our lamps down on the ground. The girls arranged themselves in a neat little circle as if they were having a picnic on White Lady’s slopes. When I sat down Heo immediately crawled into my lap.

“Will the men come down here?” asked Ismi.

“Don’t be silly,” answered Heo assuredly. “Maresi is here. They would not dare. And if they do try,” she gave a great big yawn, “don’t you remember the Moon women? They will probably come and roll boulders down on them again.”

Soon they all fell asleep resting on each other, with heads on knees and arms around waists.

Jai could not keep still. She walked the length of the crypt until she disappeared in the darkness, turned around and paced back, over and over again. Her eyes were wild and her fists tightly clenched.

She saw me watching her and came up to me.

“It is my fault that the Abbey is being destroyed. You are all going to die, and I am the one who brought death here. I should never have come.” She stretched a hand towards me. “Give me the key to the
main door. I will go out now and surrender myself. Maybe he will spare everybody else.” She smiled an unbearably hopeless little smile. “If there is anyone still out there to spare.”

“You are not going.” I carefully shifted Heo’s head and she sighed lightly in her sleep. “Not now, not ever. Mother is taking care of us. You must have faith that she will not let anything happen.”

I did not even know if I believed what I was saying. I wanted to believe it. Mother had already chased the men away once.

But this time she had failed. The men had got onto the island. They were in the Abbey with their shining weapons.

Jai stood in front of me with her hand still stretched out and jaws tightly clenched.

“Give me the key! I do not want your blood on my hands!”

“Ssh. You will wake up the little ones. The men cannot get in here. Do you not remember the story? We are protected in Knowledge House.”

At that very moment there was a terrible crash. It came from the house above us, and the sound echoed all around the mountain.

Jai’s eyes met mine.

“The main door!”

“You cannot go anywhere now or the men will discover our hiding place and find the little ones. We stay here until Mother comes and gets us.”

I sounded more decisive than I felt. The chill of the door, the breath of the Crone. She was waiting. She was craving her offering. I did not even know if there was anyone left to come and get us.

Anyone who was not carrying shining weapons.