Then she reached round to her back, gripping the blade, cutting her fingers to the bone as she desperately tried to pull it out of her body. But the growls turned to gurgling, choking noises, and blood began to spurt from her mouth to splatter on the floor. I held fast to the sword, pushing it harder into the wood. Judd put the matter beyond doubt when he brought down the axe to sever her head from her body.

'Good man!' he cried. 'You were fast enough that time. Oldest trick in the book!' He drew back the bedcover to show the two pillows artfully arranged to suggest the contours of a body. 'She must have been awake even before I kicked down the first door.'

I pulled the sword free and wiped it on the bedcover, then returned it to its scabbard. Judd had used an axe and I a sword a and the thought came to me that it was unusual to have two spooks fighting without staffs. But we had to adapt to the circ.u.mstances.

'We need to make sure she doesn't come back from the dead,' I said. 'Do the usual methods work for Romanian witches?'

Judd shook his head. 'Eating the heart is useless with this lot, but burning works. However, it's usually at least a month before they can reanimate their bodies. If we kill them all, we can burn them in their own houses long before then.'

Suddenly the room became even gloomier and we looked towards the window. Judd dashed across and drew back the curtain. When we'd entered the house the sky had been blue, but now rain clouds were racing across the sky, which was growing darker by the second.

We hurried out of the witch's bedroom and stopped just outside the front door. A flash of lightning lit the sky to the north, to be answered by a deep rumble of thunder a couple of seconds later.

'This isn't a natural storm,' Judd said. 'They must all be awake and alert by now. When they work together, Romanian witches can raise the wind and darken the skies. They probably know what we've done.'

The next moment a fork of lightning split the sky; the thunder was deafening and almost instantaneous. In the eerie silence that followed, we both heard the noises. Twigs cracked, footsteps shuffled through the gra.s.s; unseen things were approaching through the trees from more than one direction.

'Run, Tom a this way!' Judd cried, sprinting down the hill towards the river. I obeyed without question, hot on his heels. I could sense our enemies closing in on all sides. My greatest fear was that the other witches would project themselves after us in the form of orbs. It wasn't night-time, but it might be gloomy enough for them to venture forth.

However, we were soon running through the narrow streets, the rain beginning to drum on the cobbles. There were other noises coming from the direction of the bridge. When we reached the trees, we saw half a dozen men with axes on the far bank, attacking the bridge supports.

'Stop that!' Judd cried. 'Stop now!'

The men simply ignored him and continued with their work. We ran faster, but before we reached the bank, with a groan and a crash, the bridge fell into the river. For a moment the wreckage remained attached to our side, but then the whole rotten structure collapsed into the water, where it was instantly broken into pieces and swept downstream.

The men on the far bank waved their axes at us threateningly. 'Stay on that side!' one shouted. 'You're a danger to us all. You're not wanted here. Cross at your peril!'

Why had they cut down the bridge now? Was it to trap us on the eastern bank so that the witches and daemons could seize us more easily? Were they were trying to appease them? I wondered.

Judd spoke into my ear, keeping his voice low. 'They'll soon get fed up and clear off a we just need to be patient. There's no need for anybody to get hurt. They're scared, that's all.'

He was right. If we forced our way across the river, the men looked desperate enough to put up a fight. So we sat down on a log, each lost in his thoughts, while they glared at us from the far bank.

We'd escaped for now, but I felt dejected. I had done nothing to help my master, and now we had alerted the witches. They would be ready for us next time.

After a while Judd's prediction proved correct. The men shouted a few curses at us, then headed off through the trees towards the huddle of houses. We gave it another five minutes, then scrambled down the muddy bank and found a place to cross; years ago, no doubt, it had been a ford. Then, our breeches soaked to the knee, we made our way directly towards the inn, ready for trouble. I doubted we'd seen the last of the townsfolk.

'Grab some sleep before supper, Tom,' Judd said. 'Once it's dark, anything can happen. We may not even be safe on this side of the river.'

I tried to sleep but just dozed intermittently. My mind was whirling with all that had happened during the past few days. I couldn't see any way to salvage our situation.

It was then that I suddenly started to think about Alice again. I wondered if she'd managed to find Grimalkin. I just hoped she'd kept her promise and hadn't gone off into the dark without talking to me first. But one part of me was glad she hadn't come to Todmorden with us: she would be in terrible danger here. The other part was desperate for her help and company. She'd got me out of tight situations before and had saved my life more than once.

I decided to use the mirror on the bedside table to try and contact her again, but no sooner had the thought crossed my mind than it suddenly lit up. I realized why thoughts of Alice had come into my mind. She was trying to contact me. A moment later her face was smiling at me from the mirror, but then she looked concerned and began to write quickly with her finger. The text appeared backwards, but we'd used this method of communication many times and I was well practised at reading it.

She had guessed that I was in trouble because our return to Chipenden was long overdue. We should have been back two days ago. Suddenly my need overcame my reluctance to draw her into danger, so I knelt in front of the bedside table, breathed on the mirror, and wrote with my forefinger. I did it very slowly, doing my best to make it legible. And I chose my words carefully. I didn't say that my master was dead because I wanted to break that news to her face to face. There would be time for explanations later.

A daemon took my master . . .

Then, to save time, I wiped the mirror with the back of my hand, put my face close to it and started to mouth words. I did it in an exaggerated way to make it easier to understand: 'The daemon is powerful and has many allies. We are in great danger. Help me if you can. Get here as soon as you can or it may be too late . . . '

I hated the thought of bringing Alice into danger, but I knew that she could make all the difference. However, I also thought about her use of dark magic. On our journey back across Ireland she had experienced pain every time we crossed a bridge over running water, and it had been hard to hide the fact from my master. I'd complained when she'd given Agnes Sowerb.u.t.ts strength a so asking her to help now made me feel like a hypocrite, and I knew that it would have upset my master. But sometimes, in order to survive, we'd had to use the powers of the dark in order to overcome it.

Before Alice could reply, the mirror suddenly went dark. I waited, expecting her to re-establish contact a but in vain. Suddenly a terrifying thought came into my head. What if Alice had already found Grimalkin and was bringing the witch a.s.sa.s.sin with her? The Romanian forces wanted the Fiend's head. If the sack was here, their task would be made far easier. I should have remembered that and warned Alice, but I'd expected our conversation to be longer than this. I held the mirror and called Alice's name, but there was no response.

After a while I gave up and went to knock on Judd's door. He came out yawning and rubbing his eyes. 'Time for supper?' he asked.

I frowned. 'Can't say that I'm very hungry.'

'Neither am I, Tom,' Judd said, 'but we need to keep up our strength. It could be a long, dangerous night.'

'My master never ate much when facing the dark,' I pointed out.

Judd nodded and gave me a wry smile. 'I remember it well a a few nibbles of County cheese was all he allowed us. Some nights I was so hungry, my belly thought my throat had been cut.'

We went downstairs to be served supper by the fire by the surly innkeeper. It was tough cold mutton and stale bread, and I found it difficult to swallow. I was nervous about what might happen when night fell. Judd had no appet.i.te either. After a while the landlord came back to collect our plates.

'How long have you lived in Todmorden?' I asked, trying to draw him into conversation and learn more about the town.

He shrugged. 'More years than I care to remember. I was born here, and no doubt I'll die here. But I mind my own business a and so should you. I'm off to bed now,' he told us with a scowl.

We weren't going to get any information from him, and I was glad to see the back of him. As soon as he'd clumped upstairs, Judd and I were able to talk more freely. I began to tell him about Alice a and some of the things she'd done in the past.

'I'll bet John Gregory found most of that difficult to stomach a even worse than our supper!' he joked. 'I find it hard to believe that he'd ally himself with the dark. I've never known any other man with such strong principles.'

'He had little choice,' I explained. 'It was a question of survival a but he found it difficult all right. Alice might just be able to find what we're looking for, though. She could sniff my master out a lead us straight to the place where they're keeping his head.'

'That's certainly true. They'll be ready for us, but if we know precisely where to go, we can get in and out quickly,' he agreed.

The hours pa.s.sed and there was no sign of the antic.i.p.ated attack. But just before dawn we heard a sudden loud hammering at the front door of the inn.

Judd rose to his feet and readied his axe. I drew my sword, wondering what to do for the best. We had no intention of opening the door, and I was sure that the innkeeper would not do so before the sun came up. Was it better to wait for them to break it down or take the fight to them outside? Then I heard a sash window being raised upstairs.

'You have two within your walls who have committed crimes against my people!' a woman's voice cried out. 'Surrender them to us so they may be punished!'

I saw a look of pain flicker across Judd's face, and suddenly recognized the voice calling up to the window. It was Mistress Fresque. I could see that Judd was determined to leave the inn and confront the daemon who was using her body.

'No!' I said, grabbing his arm to restrain him. 'There may be other strigoica concealed nearby.'

He nodded and relaxed a little. Then the innkeeper called out: 'It will be done before nightfall. We will keep to the pact, don't you worry.'

'A pact?' Judd said, raising his eyebrows. 'I wonder what that's all about . . . I think that surly fellow upstairs has a few questions to answer!'

We heard the innkeeper slam the window shut, and sat by the embers of the fire, waiting for him to come downstairs.

When he appeared, he was dressed in a jacket and scarf. He seemed surprised to see us sitting by the hearth. No doubt he'd thought we were fast asleep in bed.

'I have to go out,' he bl.u.s.tered. 'I'll be back within the hour to attend to your breakfasts.'

But before he could reach the door, Judd had intercepted him, laying a firm hand on his arm and leading him towards the fireplace. 'I don't think you'll be going out until later. We have a few questions to put to you!' he said, pushing him down into a chair.

The innkeeper looked up at Judd with frightened eyes.

'We heard you talking to the daemon!' Judd accused him.

'Daemon? I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Do you deny that you were talking to Mistress Fresque? We heard every word. So tell us a what's this "pact" you have with her?'

The innkeeper stared up at him but didn't reply.

Judd raised the axe as if he meant to bring it down on the man's head. 'Talk or die!' he commanded. 'I'm a desperate man, and the way things are at the moment, I don't expect to live much longer. If necessary, I'll take you with me. What's the pact?'

'It's an agreement we have with the foreigners on the other side of the river. It's what keeps us safe and stops them from eating us . . . '

'Go on a tell me more,' Judd commanded when the man hesitated. 'What's your side of the bargain?'

'Every week we supply them with three cartloads of offal and animal blood from the surrounding farms. We leave it in sacks and barrels on this side of the river, and they come across after dark to collect it.'

So this was where they got their supplies for the offal pit. They no doubt fed themselves and their prisoners from the same source. The pact also probably explained why the orbs of the witches hadn't pursued us over the bridge.

'So in return they leave you alone?' I asked.

'Yes, they don't kill humans on this side of the river. But we must stay indoors after dark a they sometimes pa.s.s through our streets to journey elsewhere. They're making maps of the County to the west of here.'

'Maps!' Judd exclaimed. 'You fool! Don't you see what's happening? They're charting the County to decide how best to seek out more victims! Can't you see what you're doing? You're selling the lives of your fellows so that you may live. And now you plan to hand us over for the same selfish purpose. Don't deny it because we heard every word! You're not going anywhere. You can stay here and cook us some breakfast instead a and we want something better than what you served up last night.'

'But if we do nothing before night falls, the pact will be at an end. They'll slaughter us all!' the landlord cried.

'Let us worry about that,' Judd replied. 'Some of the townsfolk have destroyed the bridge a so isn't the pact over already? If so, it's time to fight for your lives.'

'The bridge can be replaced. Once they have you, things will return to normal a they've promised us.'

'Normal! You call that "normal", you fool!' Judd shouted. 'Just get out of my sight! Breakfast a that's what you need to concern yourself with. Make it quick.'

The innkeeper scurried off with a fearful backward glance at Judd, who immediately spoke quietly into my ear so that he couldn't be overheard: 'When do you reckon the girl will get here?'

'Well before sunset,' I replied. 'She'll have been travelling through the night.'

'Then I see it this way, Tom. As soon as she arrives, we can get her to sniff out what's left of your poor master. We'll collect his remains and head straight back to Chipenden, where we can muster help as best we can. We might even have to enlist the services of the military.'

What Judd was saying made sense. We were hopelessly outnumbered. We did need the military. But would they listen and intervene? I wondered.

The innkeeper had just starting frying our breakfast when there was another thumping on the door. We went to the window and saw about two dozen of the townsfolk outside. They looked desperate and angry; some were armed with clubs. No doubt Mistress Fresque had told them of the situation. Either that or they'd heard what she'd shouted up at the window.

'Open up!' they shouted. 'Do it now or we'll break down the door.'

We didn't bother to reply. There was no point in trying to reason with a terrified mob. After a while they withdrew down the street, but then I saw them approaching the inn again. This time they were carrying a heavy battering ram a a stout cylindrical log with bra.s.s ends. I didn't think the door would stand up to that, and I was quickly proved correct.

'One! Two! Three!' someone shouted a and on 'three' there was a tremendous thud as the battering ram struck the door. It buckled under the force of the blow, and the crash brought the innkeeper running in from the kitchen. It wouldn't be long before the lock gave way. What then? It was one thing to use my sword against dark ent.i.ties; quite another to attack terrified men who were no doubt fathers, brothers and sons.

The innkeeper ran forward as if to open the door and let the men in, but Judd seized him by the collar and held him in an arm-lock.

I was at war with myself, not sure what to do for the best. I drew my sword anyway. If taken prisoner, we would end up in the pits, food for the strigoii.

The second blow to the door was louder than the first. It groaned, and a shower of plaster fell down from the ceiling.

'Don't have much respect for your property, do they?' Judd commented, but the innkeeper remained tight-lipped.

In the intervals between each blow the air was filled with curses and shouts. The men sounded desperate, and it was only a matter of time before the door gave way.

At the fifth attempt, it crashed inwards and we stood facing our attackers. We stared at them in silence, but then I heard the sudden barking of dogs in the distance. There was something familiar about the sound that caught my attention; something I recognized. It was the distinctive hunting calls of Claw, Blood and Bone.

It must be Alice. She had brought the dogs with her!

The men turned nervously, and suddenly scattered. I knew that the three wolfhounds were a fearsome sight, but the men seemed terrified beyond reason. We stepped out onto the cobbled street, and moments later I realized why.

Alice was accompanied by someone else a Grimalkin, the witch a.s.sa.s.sin. She was running towards us, black mouth agape to reveal sharp filed teeth. Blades hung from the leather straps that criss-crossed her lithe body, and she clutched a dagger in each hand. It was fortunate that the townsfolk had fled. She looked ready to kill.

I would normally have welcomed her as a formidable ally, but she was carrying the Fiend's head in the leather sack over her shoulder. She had come to the one place that should have been avoided at all costs.

This was exactly where the Romanian dark ent.i.ties wanted her.

This was a trap.

WE STOOD ASIDE to let the pair in, followed by the dogs, then closed the door as best we could and sat around the largest of the inn's tables.

The innkeeper kept glancing at Grimalkin, clearly terrified, but he served us a hot breakfast, heaping our plates with ham, eggs and fried bread until we could eat no more.

'What about the dogs?' I said to him. 'They've travelled a long way and need feeding too.'

For a moment he hesitated, but then Grimalkin glared at him, opening her mouth to show her sharp pointy teeth. His hands began to tremble and he hurried away, returning with sc.r.a.ps of meat for the dogs.

While we ate, I made the introductions and explained the situation in Todmorden, relating everything that had happened since I left Chipenden with my master and Judd.

When I came to the condition of my master, the words stuck in my throat and I couldn't go on. Alice reached across the table and put her hand on my arm in sympathy. I felt a surge of warmth for her. Despite our recent differences I had really missed her.

At that point Judd Brinscall interrupted. 'Please, before Tom goes any further, I have to tell you my part in this. It won't make for good listening a I'm truly sorry and ashamed of what I did.'

I was relieved a it saved me from having to tell everybody about his betrayal. So, with a tremor in his voice, Judd told his story, making no attempt to justify his actions, other than to explain the threats that had been made against his mother and her kin, and the possession of Cosmina Fresque's body by the daemon. When he'd finished, he bowed his head and stared down at the table.

n.o.body offered him any sympathy. I still found it impossible to forgive him. Grimalkin glared at him with death in her eyes.

But then my conscience forced me to confess my own failings. 'I've nothing to be proud of, either,' I admitted. 'At one point I was down in the cellar, trying to find my master. Suddenly I was faced with daemons. It was dark and there were lots of them. I fled in a panic . . . I ran away.'

There was another silence until Alice spoke relieving the tension in the room. Her words were addressed to me. 'What did you see down in that cellar the second time, Tom? What exactly did the strigoica show you?'

A lump came into my throat, and for a few seconds I was unable to speak. In my mind's eye I saw her lifting the lid of the box to reveal the horror within.