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“What?” Granny was startled out of her thoughts. “Oh. Yes. Probably. Wherever he is.”
Esk stared at her, and then at Simon's body.
“Nobody's home,” said Granny, simply.
“What do you mean?”
“Listen to the child,” said Granny. “You'd think I taught her nothing. I mean his mind's Wandering. He's gone Out of his Head.”
She looked at Simon's body with something verging on admiration.
“Quite surprisin', really,” she added. “I never yet met a wizard who could Borrow.”
She turned to Esk, whose mouth was a horrified O.
“I remember when I was a girl, old Nanny Annaple went Wanderin'. Got too wrapped up with being a vixen, as I recall. Took us days to find her. And then there was you, too. I never would have found you if it wasn't for that staff thing, and what have you done with it, girl?”
“It hit him,” Esk muttered. “It tried to kill him. I threw it in the river.”
“Not a nice thing to do to it after it saved you,” said Granny.
“It saved me by hitting him?”
“Didn't you realise? He was callin' to - them Things.”
“That's not true!”
Granny stared into Esk's defiant eyes and the thought came to her mind: I've lost her. Three years of work down the privy. She couldn't be a wizard but she might have been a witch.
“Why isn't it true, Miss Clever?” she said.
“He wouldn't do something like that!” Esk was near to tears. “I heard him speak, he's - well, he's not evil, he's a brilliant person, he nearly understands how everything works, he's -”
“I expect he's a very nice boy,” said Granny sourly. “I never said he was a black wizard, did I?”
“They're horrible Things!” Esk sobbed. “He wouldn't call out to them, he wants everything that they're not, and you're a wicked old -”
The slap rang like a bell. Esk staggered back, white with shock. Granny stood with her hand upraised, trembling.
She'd struck Esk once before - the blow a baby gets to introduce it to the world and give it a rough idea of what to expect from life. But that had been the last time. In three years under the same roof there had been cause enough, when milk had been left to boil over or the goats had been carelessly left without water, but a sharp word or a sharper silence had done more than force ever could and left no bruises.
She grabbed Esk firmly by the shoulders and stared into her eyes.
“Listen to me,” she said urgently. “Didn't I always say to you that if you use magic you should go through the world like a knife goes through water? Didn't I say that?”
Esk, mesmerised like a cornered rabbit, nodded.
“And you thought that was just old Granny's way, didn't you? But the fact is that if you use magic you draw attention to yourself. From Them. They watch the world all the time. Ordinary minds are just vague to them, they hardly bother with them, but a mind with magic in it shines out, you see, it's a beacon to them. It's not darkness that calls Them, it's light, light that creates the shadows!”
“But - but - why are They interested? What do They wwant?”
“Life and shape,” said Granny.
She sagged, and let go of Esk.
“They're pathetic, really,” she said. “They've got no life or shape themselves but what they can steal. They could no more survive in this world than a fish could live in a fire, but that doesn't stop them trying. And they're just bright enough to hate us because we're alive.”
Esk shivered. She remember the gritty feel of the cold sand.
