Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
Again the two high men looked at each other with that private smile. The two of them were close close, I suddenly thought, closer than just friends. That look that passed between them was like the one you sometimes see in the eyes of men and women who have recently started slipping together, and they’re giving each other more pleasure with their bodies than the rest of the world together could ever hope to give.
‘Alright,’ said Luke Johnson, ‘I’ll let you through. I can see that most of you are too old or too little to fight us, and I can see that you, my friend, have lost your fighting hand. I don’t think you’ve got anything much we’re likely to need on those bucks of yours, either.’ Someone among us must have looked surprised at that, because then he laughed. ‘Oh I can see you’ve got blackglass spears and leopardtooth knives, but believe me, dear people, we really aren’t bothered by those one bit. You can keep them. They’re no match for metal. Keep them by all means. And, if that’s really what you want, we’ll let you go on to Davidstand.’
‘Bear in mind, though,’ said Teacher Gerry, ‘that in a few wakings, Davidstand will be ours as well, just like Veeklehouse is now.’ He laughed. ‘Ours again, I should really say, because John was the one who first found the place. I wonder if you knew that? John called it Ellpool and he and his people lived there for some time. Soon it will be Ellpool again. Your guards fight bravely enough, there’s no denying that, but they’re no match for us. The Veekle is ours again already, and before long we’ll have whole of Wide Forest in our hands and be crossing Snowy Dark to take back Circle Valley.’
‘That’s right,’ said Luke. ‘But still, we’ll let you through if you’re sure that’s what you want.’ He watched Tom’s face, his eyebrows raised, waiting for our cluster head’s final decision, and then another thought occurred to him and he spoke to us all. ‘Just one thing, though. Just one favour. I’d like you all to ask yourselves, as you carry on, whether your guards would be as generous as us in the same position? I know you’ve been told how bad and cruel we Johnfolk are, but would bad cruel people just let you go like this?’
‘We want to go to Davidstand,’ Tom repeated, and then just stood there with his face all tight and closed up, waiting to see if they really were going to let us carry on. It didn’t seem likely. And the ringmen showed no signs of moving out of our way.