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<h1>18</h1>
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For a long while, all Jack could do was hold tight to Corriwen. She was trembling almost as much as he was in the aftermath. He kept thinking she was safe
from the beast in the mist and that somehow they had both survived the collapse of the vast stairway.
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"Are you okay?" her asked Corriwen finally.
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"I don't know yet. But if you hadn't found me, I don't think I would be. Like Kerry would say, a goner?"
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She looked up at him. "Where <em>is</em> Kerry?"
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"I don't know. I thought he would be with you."
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Corriwen shook her head. "No. I thought. Oh no! Is he still &#8230;?"
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She didn't finish the sentence as the awful realisation hit both them. Somehow they had escaped from Bodron's keep, but Kerry was still lost in that
nightmare.
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"How did we get out?" Corriwen was still confused.
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"I don't know. Megrin said there was a spell to keep people away. Maybe it spat us out."
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"Then we must find a way back there. We have to find Kerry."
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Jack nodded, though his heart sank at the thought of how long it might take to find their way to Bodron's keep, and how long Kerry could survive within it.
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"We need time to think," he said. He turned her around and that's when she noticed the cottage in the forest clearing.
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"Look! It's Megrin's house."
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"I know," Jack said. "Back where we started. How we got here I don't know, but we're a long way from Bodron's place."
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He looked around at the dark shadows in the forest. Overhead the moon was back an angry red colour. "We should get inside. We can't be out here at night."
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She grabbed his hand tightly and together they approached the wooden door.
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It slowly creaked open as they stepped up to it. Corriwen started back, clutching Jack's arm. He cautiously peered inside, inhaling the aroma of warm food
cooking on an open fire.
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A movement beside the hearth caught his eye. Megrin's old chair was rocking slowly back and forth. Jack drew Corriwen with him into the cottage.
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"Who's there?" The rocking chair creaked and Megrin raised herself out of it, using her staff as a support.
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When she turned to look at them, Corriwen gasped in alarm.
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Megrin looked <em>old, </em>much older than she had when they had first met. Her hair, then silvery grey, was now a tangle of white, and deep lines etched
her face. Her staff was fire-blackened and badly splintered.
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"Oh! Children. You made it out. Thank the stars. Thank the stars indeed."
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"What happened to you?" Jack asked, his thoughts in a whirl of confusion.
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Megrin drew a hand wearily across her brow, and she swayed as though she were tired beyond exhaustion.
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"It was <em>you</em> that Bodron wanted. The Copperplates were just bait for you and your heartstone."
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She lowered herself back into her seat. "He knows its power and covets it. Like me, he knew you would come through the faerie-gate, and he waited a long
time."
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"We don't know how we got back here," Corriwen said.
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"The heartstone protected you," Megrin replied. Her skin was almost translucent, and her voice barely more than a whisper.
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"He hunted you, through all his illusions. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. He has grown too strong, with the power of the Copperplates. I fought him,
and he almost finished me. There hasn't been a <em>Geasan</em> killed in Uaine for a thousand years and more, but he almost succeeded. His own sister too!"
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"We've lost Kerry," Corriwen blurted out. "We have to go back for him."
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Jack looked around the little cottage. The table was set for three places, and once again he was reminded how like something out of a children's fairy tale
it was.
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"Kerry?" Megrin sounded confused, as if exhaustion had clouded her memory. "Oh yes&#8230;the other boy. Is he not with you?"
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"We were in a big hall. There were awful things in there and we ran. I last saw him going through the door. Then I lost him."
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Megrin sighed. "He's not here. I don't know where he might be. Bodron cast a <em>geas</em> on me and I found myself back here, as if I had never even been
in that dark place."
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She ran a gaunt hand down her face. "But I know I have been there. The pain of it still wracks me."
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Corriwen moved towards her and wrapped her arms around the old woman. She felt so thin and weak it seemed her bones might break. Corriwen's shuddered at
the touch of the old woman's wasted frame and pulled away quickly.
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"So&#8230;drained," Megrin whispered. "Thank you my dear, for sharing your warmth and your strength. At least you are safe here."
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"But Kerry isn't," Jack said urgently. "We have to go back for him."
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The old woman shook her head. "I fear he may be lost. Bodron's power is too great."
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"No!" Corriwen gasped, her face pale. "Not Kerry. "He can't be."
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Megrin's eyes met Jack's with an expression of deep sorrow and regret. His heart felt suddenly leaden. The thought of Kerry - he couldn't even bring
himself to say that word -was just too much to bear.
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"Sit," Megrin said kindly. "Come and eat. Save your strength."
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She ushered Corriwen to the table. Jack followed, numb with worry. Megrin sat at the end, in front of the third plate and spooned some stew out into wooden
bowls.
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The heartstone pulsed hard on his chest.
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Something is wrong, he thought. Something's <em>badly </em>wrong<em>.</em>
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He tried to reassure himself. Maybe it was just the shock of realising that they had escaped from the nightmare and Kerry was still trapped within it,
perhaps still from beasts and monsters. Maybe they had caught him. Maybe&#8230;.all of this was tumbling through Jack's mind in a confusing and frightening
maelstrom.
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"Eat, Jack Flint. Before it gets cold."
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Jack looked down at the bowl, filled to the brim with stew and vegetables. It would normally be appealing and it seemed a long times since he had eaten,
but Jack had no appetite. Corriwen fidgeted on her stool, pale in the firelight, unable to stay still. He could tell she wanted to move, to fight. To do <em>something</em>.
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"Eat up, girl," Megrin urged.
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On the table, a basket was filled to the brim with scones still hot from the oven and golden-crusted loaves of bread.
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<em>Something's wrong here, </em>
Jack's inner voice insisted, although he couldn't work out what. The heartstone was still beating fast. Corriwen's eyes met his across the table. They were
full of questions, but Jack's mind was still reeling with his fear for Kerry and the sensation of something badly amiss that he couldn't get his thoughts
in order.
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"You really should eat the food," Megrin said. Her voice sounded rough, as if she had a cold coming on. "And rest the night here, where it's safe."
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"How can I eat?" he said. "Kerry's still in there!"
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Jack pushed the stool back. He crossed to the little window.
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"Where are you going? Come back to the table." Megrin croaked the words now. "Get back and eat the food. I spent so long baking and cooking for you."
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<em>Three plates&#8230;</em>
The thought struck him as more odd than Megrin's suddenly querulous tone of voice. He looked through the window pane.
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What he saw made him gasp in horror. He saw the great hall from Bodron's Keep through the glass. Grotesque imps were carousing around the table, tearing at
whatever came to hand, and stuffing it into their mouths in disgusting handfuls.
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And in the tall chair, with its back to him, a dark and huddled shape began to turn again, turn to stare directly at him. Jack felt as if he'd been speared
with ice.
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"Oh!" He couldn't manage anything else and spun away.
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"I told you to get back," Megrin snapped. Her voice was rough as sand.
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Jack spun away from the window. <em>Illusion</em> he told himself. <em>Just a picture</em>. They were here in Megrin's cottage. Or was that too an
illusion?
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The hairs on his neck were standing on, and Corriwen's eyes, when they saw his face, were wide with alarm.
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"What's wrong with you, boy? Have you no respect at all?" Megrin's hand found his shoulder and her fingers tightened hard, digging in at his collarbone
with such strength that Jack winced.
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He squirmed away saw something glitter in tar-black eyes. She grinned, showing a row of long yellow-stained teeth. Jack's heart leapt to his throat.
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Corriwen let out a sudden cry and pushed back from the table.
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From her bowl, fat maggots began to crawl their way over the rim, twitching.
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"What's happening&#8230;?" One of the maggots slipped onto the surface and burst open. A green liquid spilled out, hissing as it ate into the wood.
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Something moved in Jack's bowl. A piece of meat inched slowly out of the broth and from it hatched a big hairy fly that clawed its way out and then sat
regarding him, rubbing its forelegs together with a dry scraping sound.
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Jack backed away. Corriwen's hands were shaking.
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"Eat," Megrin snarled. "Eat the damned food, you ungrateful wretches."
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Her voice had strengthened. It now sounded as deep hoarse as a man's.
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They both turned to face her. Corriwen gasped again. Megrin was standing now, both hands on the table. Knotted, calloused hands covered in black hairs. Her
nails were long and horny and her face was bloated and studded with dark blisters.
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But her eyes! Her eyes were black as coals and empty as space.
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Jack recoiled from them. <em>Not Megrin!</em> His mind yammered. Whatever it was, it had lured them into a trap. Sudden fury made him want to pick up
something and kill it.
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Instinctively pushed Corriwen behind him while the thing that was not Megrin began to laugh, a deep, booming sound that made the walls shudder. The
blisters on its face began to crack and split. Its skin peeled away and any resemblance to Megrin Willow was gone.
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A tall, bearded man wreathed in a smoky shadow stood in front of them. It flickered and wavered, merging from one form to another, until all Jack could see
was a black pulsating shape that sucked the light from the room. From it emanated a powerful sensation of hate and anger. It wrapped around Jack in a cloak
of such utter foulness he thought he would never be free of it.
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"Jack!" he heard Corriwen's voice, far off. He hardly felt her tugging at his hood as a long arm stretched towards him, reaching with a many-jointed claw,
towards the heartstone on his chest.
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There was nothing he could do to stop it.
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