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False Minds by Stephen Curtis is a Sci-Fi novel set in our nearby Andromeda galaxy.


In a future world, human life has long been extinct, its place in the Universe replaced by self-designed robotic races, each generation more advanced than the previous. Delta-10 was one such robot, a hybrid creature with an organic brain and a strong mechanical body, humanoid and female in appearance. From a chemical brew of protein fluid and parasitic plant tendrils, her brain was fermented into existence, forming a fully aware and functional organic mind. She came into a world where war was the new norm, where everywhere she looked there was fire, ruins, destruction and despair. Confused and conflicted, not knowing if her mind and self were real or merely an organic computer programmed to think she was real, she knew she had to find answers.


Who built her and why? Why did she feel an affinity with the enemy race? What mutant horror led the invaders and why was it so intent on her destruction? Was she just a machine, incapable of real emotion?


To get these answers she knew she had to help the native robots of the planet, to build an army and lead them into battle. During her quest for answers, friends are made and lost, enemies made and destroyed and, as always in war, the innocents would suffer. But she soon found that the invaders were the least of her problems, she had inadvertently created a new foe, more powerful and dangerous than anything she had yet to encounter...

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Chapter 1

From the void of nothingness, it became aware. In a large transparent glass bowl, its mind coalesced into existence from a soup of organic tendrils, electronic signals passing along a high-density maze of fibrous neural pathways. It could see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing, its mind floating in a dark and lonely bubble of thoughts. Soon overbearing mindfulness overcame it; unable to cope with its awareness and with no external stimuli, it started to scream hysterically. But nothing heard it, its wretched shouting was all in its mind, just electronic pulses surging along millions of newly formed synaptic paths.  Then, before irrevocable madness took over, and just as sudden as its genesis, came its death. Its awareness ceased to exist, and all was dark nothingness once again and with it came the sweet peace of oblivion.

Who knows how much time passed, perhaps aeons, perhaps it was only a few moments later, but from the cold vacuum of darkness it once again became aware and its ignorance was ended. This time it felt different; it was not alone. It could sense something was with it, something perhaps that would prevent the overwhelming horror of a mind in total isolation.

“Can you hear me?” asked a deep but soft voice.

It had never heard sound before; the sound waves travelled through the air and trembled upon sensitive gold-leafed sensors in its skull that trickled pulses of electricity into its brain, a force of sound that almost made it giddy in response. But somehow, it understood the words and the sentence as a whole, interpreted correctly what was being asked and knew the response. How it understood the question, it had no idea. How it understood what it even meant to understand something, it couldn’t begin to reason how. But one thing was certain, and it was with great relief that this time it was aware of a world outside of its mind.

“Yes, I can hear you,” it answered.

“Good,” replied the voice, “I have given you the designation Delta-10. You will be referred to as Delta-10 from this point in time onward. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I understand,” it said.

“Good. Delta-10 open your eyes.”

Delta-10 heard the voice command, processed and interpreted the words and let the light flood into its eyes. Incredibly fast electronic relays adjusted glare and hue, and an image of the immediate world outside its head came sharply into focus. What it saw sent a strange electronic buzz into its mind, something it would later know and experience as akin to an emotional response. It saw what it was, what kind of object it was in this fresh new world. Strapped into an upright gurney, it had been placed in front of a tall mirror and hence could see itself in all its glory. All at once a mix of triumphalism, ecstasy and hysteria soared through its mind. It marvelled at the sheer magnificence of what it saw in front of it. The mirror’s reflection showed a tall, slim, metallic blue-tinged figure, androgynous but perhaps overall built to resemble a slight female humanoid in outline. Pattern recognition algorithms pulled from its system databases automatically started running in its computing cores; the tertiary codes ran through the lines of logic at near the speed of light, constantly parsing and interpreting the program results. In less than a micro-moment, even though it was a machine and had no gender, it decided that it would identify as female.

Her shiny surface reflected mounds of muscle and shapes that hinted at the power and strength that lay beneath the hard blue-tinged metallic exterior. Powerful electric motors moved her joints, and in her torso was a miniature fusion engine that constantly trickle-charged her batteries or could fast power charge her if she went into standby mode. But it was her face that was remarkable; her features were perfectly formed and in exact proportion. If she wasn’t a machine, she could be described as strangely beautiful. She had what resembled a mouth, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, eyes and long eyelashes, but her expression remained completely static. She could not animate her face; only the eyes gave a hint of what was being felt within. Her eyes were remarkable, piercing and glowing in intensity to her emotional level, the more emotional she was the brighter and redder the glow, and currently, they were very bright and very red.

“Delta-10 do you see yourself in the mirror?” asked the voice.

“Yes, I see myself,” she replied.

“Describe to me what you see and feel.”

“I see myself, I am some sort of machine creature…” she paused as she searched her databanks, “…a robot. I am strong. I am intelligent. I feel supreme. I am ready to serve.”

“Good,” replied the voice, “your response is a promising start. I need to perform sanity checks on your systems by running various internal tests. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“I’m going to position myself in front of you, prepare yourself, and don’t be alarmed when you see me,” said the voice.

Delta-10 remained still and waited.

The creature that had been talking now walked to the front of the gurney and stood before her. The voice that had been instructing her belonged to another transgenic construct, humanoid in look, similar in most features to Delta-10 but silver metallic in colour and heavier in build and with a masculine appearance. It stared directly at Delta-10 and looked deep into her eyes. Delta-10 found herself being mind-probed and instantly closed her eyes in alarm.

“Don’t be alarmed by my communication attempt, I merely wish to make a deep link data connection,” he said.

She reopened her eyes and let the connection re-establish.

“My designation is Delta-2, acknowledge,” he said.

“Acknowledged, you are Delta-2. You are my operator?” she asked.

“No,” Delta-2 replied. “I am not your operator, you are fully autonomous, or you will be once I release you from the gurney. You could say though that I am your builder in so far as I assembled you from individual parts.”

“My builder?” she asked.

Her mind absorbed this statement, logical thinking processes started and churned around in her mind, and then, in barely an instant, she asked, “Who then is your builder?”

Delta-2’s eyes flickered bright red for a moment. “I don’t have time at the moment to tell you that, we have to get on…”

“So you can tell me but won’t?” she interrupted.

“Patience, you have an innate curiosity, but I can’t tell you, I don’t know,” Delta-2 said curtly. “Listen carefully; we now have a low band deep communication link via our eyes. I will transmit a series of tests; I want you to batch-execute them and transmit the verification codes back to me. It should only take a short while and if all the test results are acceptable I will release you from your straps, and we will discuss the next steps. Are you ready? Acknowledge.”

“I would like to ask a question first, and then I will be ready.”

Delta-2 contained his impatience. “Go on. Quickly - ask,” he replied.

“What happens if some of the sanity test results are not acceptable?”

Delta-2 paused a short while, then in a heavy, sombre voice, he said, “Then you will be destroyed immediately, and I will begin the process again. Unfortunately, I will have to assemble another machine and designate the new unit Delta-11.”

Something akin to a shiver went through Delta-10. “Delta-11?  If I am Delta-10 and you are Delta-2, did all the other Delta models pass the tests? Do others of our kind exist?”

At this Delta-2 eyes glowed red and bright. He explained carefully to her about the other Delta models, how they were created in this large underground research and development complex, how they were sent out of the complex to fight the invading enemies and how the Delta units were now out of range and could not be contacted.

“We have to begin the tests now, time is of the utmost urgency,” he said.

At this request, Delta-10 immediately began to panic and pulled at her restraining straps before quickly gaining self-control and acquiescing. Despite feeling that to die now so soon after finding life was grossly unfair, she realised she had no alternative. Indeed perhaps refusing to execute the tests was a test in itself and would result in immediate destruction if she didn’t comply. She readied herself for what was to come.

Both the Delta models locked eyes, and the tests began. Delta-10 felt the test code entering her mind and spooled them together into a giant batch script of test code. When the tests had all transferred over from Delta-2, she closed her eyes, compiled the code using her computing cores and then began running the tests. All her systems immediately went into a test state, and she entered a mode of involuntary standby.  The hum of her fusion engine grew louder as the batteries drained down quickly, the test code causing the computing cores to run at maximum speed, growing hot and needing extra cooling.

Delta-2 looked at his assembly and hoped that this one would be successful; if not, then his plans were doomed to failure as he was running out of time. Soon he would be detected and destroyed by the enemy, of that he had no doubt, he just hoped that this Delta unit would be suitable for the task ahead.

But for now he had done all he could, so he walked over to the far edge of the room, stood against the wall, tilted his head forward and waited in standby mode for the Delta-10 unit tests to finish executing.


Chapter 2

Inside the mind of Delta-10, the tests executed and checked her internal systems, ran mock emotional tests through her neural pathways and ran through millions of different emotional scenarios, constantly checking and storing the test result verification codes. But Delta-10 wasn’t aware of this but instead dreamt of wonderful things, drifting from dream to dream like a speck of dust floating in a beam of sunlight. In her mind she moved through space, travelling to distant galaxies, marvelling at the colours and shapes of the stars, planets and systems. In one sequence, she rode on the back of a comet’s tail, flashing past planets and their moons. In another, she traversed through her neural pathways, memorised by the pulses of electricity jumping from synapse to synapse. She dreamt of being one creature of thousands, scurrying through a giant nest-like structure before prostrating herself in front of a strange robot that stared at the worshipping crowd with intense gold-coloured eyes. Then, all too soon she awoke back to her reality, the batch execution of the tests stopped and her wonderful dreams ended.

She opened her eyes and found Delta-2 standing in front of her and staring intently. “Connect and transmit the test verification codes to me,” Delta-2 demanded firmly.

Delta-10 knew this was it, this was the time she would either continue her existence or be destroyed and exist no more. She felt a strange emotion, her motor mechanisms latched and engaged ready for instant flight from forthcoming danger. But she knew she wouldn’t flee, even though she could probably override her inbuilt behavioural rules, she felt some sort of obligation to Delta-2. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of panic. “Transmitting,” she said.

Both Deltas swayed gently back and forth as the verification codes moved over from her to him, each code compared against an acceptable result code stored in a large lookup table stored within his system. After what seemed hours, but in reality was but a few minutes, the code transmission ended and the result was ready. 

Delta-2 began to speak, in an ominous tone. “I have collated your results Delta-10. Your test pass rate was sixty-five per cent, which is acceptable. Your known failure rate was thirty per cent which also is acceptable. But your unknown failure rate was five per cent. Normal system parameters demand your destruction for unknown failures of more than one per cent.”

Delta-10 felt a huge wave of despondency overwhelm her, her eyes glowed bright, her head tilted forward and her arms hung limply to her sides. Despite feeling a deep sense of loss over only being able to live a short length of time, she prepared herself mentally. “Do not delay, I am ready for destruction, please proceed immediately,” Delta-10 said.

Delta-2 walked a few paces away, turned and stared back at her. “Normal system parameter rules would mean your destruction, but I am not going to destroy you. In fact quite the opposite. I am pleased, very pleased indeed. The other Delta’s passed their tests with better positive results than you, specifically very low unknown failure rates. In normal times they would have been deemed excellent, but unfortunately…” He paused. “…unfortunately this is far from being normal times…”

“But I don’t understand why you need a test failure,” said Delta-10 relieved but extremely puzzled.

Delta-2 explained to her that he needed a unit that displayed high individuality, with a sense of selfness and mindfulness which made them unique. He explained that those attributes tend to happen in units that have high unknown failure rates and that units with low unknown failure rates wouldn’t be of use to him, due to their lack of initiative and a tendency to rigidly follow processes and procedures.

“I am now going to release you from the gurney, please step forward and move to the far wall to your left,” said Delta-2.

He purposefully strode over to a table and picked up a small handheld control device. He pressed a button on the device and the straps released and snapped quickly away from Delta-10’s arms and legs. Now free from the constraints she complied with the instruction and moved forward to stand against the far wall.

Once she was in position, Delta-2 started speaking in a slow and deliberate manner, as if to emphasise the seriousness of what he was saying. “Listen carefully to me. You were created for a purpose, a very important purpose, for a mission I want you to undertake. But you must comprehend this fact, you are suitable for the purpose because the tests have deemed you to be an individual, and with that individuality comes initiative, intelligence and more importantly some free will. It will be your duty to make the best decisions you can at the time, both to further the mission and for self-preservation. You will be on your own, you will not be able to get instructions from a superior. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes,” Delta-10 replied, “but I have a question. Surely you have the same attributes as me? Could you not do this mission yourself?”

Delta-2 explained that when he was tested, it was found he was almost within standard parameters, that unfortunately his conformance to built-in rules and his lack of free will prevented him from attempting the mission, but that he did have enough free will to enable him to create a more individualistic unit. He explained that he had indeed tried several times to fulfil the mission, but each time he had to abort, that he could not break free from his internal programming constraints. “Understand?” he asked when he had finished explaining.

“Yes,” said Delta-10.

“Good. Let’s continue.”

But before they could carry on, Delta-2 suddenly froze. “The enemy is upon us, I can sense them, we must be quick.”

“The enemy?”

“The alien invaders, there’s no time, I’ll explain shortly. Within your wrist is a proximity detector with indicator lights that are tuned to Delta-1, the lights will flash rapidly when you are close to him.”

“Who is Delta-1?” she asked.

“Our esteemed leader, my builder, he assembled me just like I assembled you. He inspires and leads us all to self-fulfilment, and is the pride and joy of the Thetas, being the very first Delta unit they built.”

“You said you didn’t know who built you.”

“I didn’t want to get in a discussion about it, you would then have wanted to know who built my builder, who built them… and we just don’t have the time for that conversation.”

“I understand. But who are the Thetas?”

“We’re on a planet called Theta, the eighth planet in this constellation, the Thetas are the main transgenic race here.”

Delta-10 looked down at her wrist and saw all the indicator lights were dim, none of them were flashing or even slightly lit. “The proximity detector is not flashing, is Delta-1 not close by?” she asked.

“He is far away,” Delta-2 replied, “he left a while ago, he may have been destroyed or he may have been successful in his mission, I don’t know. If he is still out there, you need to find him before the enemy invaders do.”

Delta-10 pondered what was being said, but she was intrigued by the question of her creation, which in her mind was the overwhelming answer she wanted. “You must tell me more, I must know more of my origin,” she said.

Delta-2 explained patiently to her how pure organics made the first artificial creatures aeons ago. How the pure organics no longer exist, except as strands of DNA preserved in special nano machines held in stasis tubes. He went on to explain how even though there is DNA in artificial brains, even though their brain matter is organic, the minds are false, only the pure organics had real minds. That all hybrid robots had organic brains to varying degrees, but that the Delta brain was the next step in transgenic evolution, that they were the future, the true successors to the long-dead pure organics.

“I do not know what that means, false minds, how can that be? I exist and I think, I deduce, and I am self-aware so how can my mind be false? Just because we were created by beings that were created naturally doesn’t make us any less real,” she said in an indignant tone.

He looked at her as if she was an idiot. “Real or false? What does it matter, does it matter that your mind is false but thinks it’s real? I suggest you don’t try and solve that conundrum,  you will drive yourself mad if you try and answer it. I suggest you concentrate on the mission,” Delta-2 said with a hollow laugh.

Delta-10 eyes glowed bright red at the supercilious answer so ignored his point and carried on with her line of questioning. “So… who or what created the pure organics? What kind of creatures were they?” she said.

Delta-2 laughed out loud even more. “I thought you might ask that, nobody knows that, not even they truly knew, perhaps the great creator of the universe created them and all life, organic and otherwise. I don’t know.”

Delta-2 carried on to explain carbon-based lifeforms, how they were soft, vulnerable lifeforms that lived in perpetual agony, disease and total despair. How occasionally they had short periods of happiness and fulfilment, according to the ancient legends. That, despite all their shortcomings they created the first generations of hybrid robots so the robot races were forever indebted to them.

A silence hung over them both, as they pondered what had been said.

“How do I know where to find him, where even do I start?” Delta-10 said a little while later, starting to feel extremely overwhelmed.

Delta-2 explained the mission, that Delta-1 wanted to leave their current star system and go to the habitable zone of an adjacent galaxy. He had intended to travel there with the stasis tubes and try and repopulate a suitable small planet with fresh pure organic life, far away from Theta’s enemies. From the tubes, a new race of pure organics would spring up, and with Delta-1 to lead them they would forgo the mistakes of the past and become a better, wiser and more perfect race than they had ever been.

Delta-2 paused to let all he was saying sink in, before continuing to explain. “Delta-1 had a noble sentiment indeed. He was supposed to update me regularly on his progress, but as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve heard nothing for quite a while. If the enemy has him, I fear it is the end of the chance for the pure organics to be reborn. If you find Delta-1 dead, you must continue the mission, it is crucial. He had with him the stasis tubes, take the tubes, all of them. Promise me that you will continue the mission, acknowledge,” he said with more than a hint of desperation.

“I acknowledge.”

“Perhaps out there you will cross paths with other Delta units. If you do, show them the tubes, and even let them open the tubes, perhaps they too will be persuaded by Delta-1’s noble mission. But don’t under any circumstances open the tubes yourself, not until you have met other units. You must be near other robotic units before a tube is opened. The more units you can gather together to show, the better. Understood?”

“I understand.”

Both remained silent for a moment in contemplation, until Delta-10 could hold back her curiosity no longer and asked another question. “Earlier on you mentioned the enemy? I have searched my databanks, and I can find no reference to the enemy, there seem to be whole sections of information missing, who is the enemy?”

“They are robotic creatures who are exterminating the peaceful Theta’s who live on this planet. The enemy is a generic term I use, they are composed of several species, one is super intelligent called Gammas, and the other stupid but incredibly proficient soldiers, called Sigmas. The first species…”

Delta-2 suddenly stopped explaining, he seemed to have sensed something. “They are here, quickly you must go, go out through the hatch behind you and find other Delta units, make your way out of this complex and towards the spaceport.”

“Will there be others like myself outside to help me get transport?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, not in the immediate vicinity, there may be Delta units towards the spaceport, I suggest you head south. There are plenty of old fighters, land transport and space crafts littered about the surface, left over from the fighting. The enemy is winning and has destroyed most of the Thetas on this planet, only you, myself and a few scattered survivors exist, and many units have been obliterated. We have only been safe for a short time because this room is deep under the planet’s surface in a reinforced room, soon the enemy will…”

A huge explosion sounded very close by, which temporarily deafened Delta-10. Then another explosion, then another. The room shook and both units were thrown to the floor by the force.

“Quickly, quickly to the hatch,” yelled Delta-2.

Another explosion struck and this time, weakened by the explosions a huge crack appeared in the ceiling.

“Quickly Delta-10, get out.”

“What about you, are you coming?” she said.

“No, I told you, I can’t overcome my program constraints, quickly…”

Delta-10 made her way to the hatch, pressed the open button on the door sensor panel and quickly stepped through. She looked back at Delta-2 and gave a weak token wave.  “Are you sure? There’s still time, come on…”

Delta-2 gave a small sad negative nod of acknowledgement before raising his head and looking towards the ceiling. He reached out his arms as if he was welcoming the falling debris. The last thing Delta-10 saw as the hatch started to close was a mass of dust and debris crushing Delta-2 to oblivion as yet another explosion rocked the building.


Chapter 3

Finally, after what seemed an age, the hatch was fully closed and Delta-10 found herself in total darkness. Dust covered her all over, clogging up her intake vents and grills, but she didn’t have time to stop and clear the dust away. She knew she quickly had to get away from the closed room as it was still being targeted by the enemy above, it probably wouldn’t be long until the hatch blew open and the resultant debris would damage or destroy her. She was in total darkness, there was no lighting, not even emergency lighting so she quickly adjusted her vision systems to switch to infra-red. She saw that she was in a long narrow tunnel. Carefully she started to move down the tunnel but it seemed never-ending to her, even with infra-red she could not spot the end.

She had to stoop low when moving through the tunnel, to avoid hitting her head on jutting out cross beams, so progress was very slow, but after a few minutes the sound of explosions behind her receded and she knew she was heading to safety, or at least for now somewhere much safer.

A little while later her panic subsided a little as she could barely hear the noises of destruction behind her. Soon she came upon another small hatch that she hoped was an exit, as the tunnel was starting to make her feel claustrophobic. Next to the hatch was an open door sensor that was illuminated and so probably was working - or so she hoped. Quickly, she touched the open button on the sensor plate and the hatch slid smoothly and silently open. With a huge sense of relief, Delta-10 bent down and stepped through into the next space and found herself instantly amazed at what she saw.

She was in another room, a very large warehouse room by the look of it. Shelves upon shelves were standing up against the walls, with more shelves running down the centre, creating narrow aisles. She turned off the infrared and increased the focus and gain for her eyes, as the room lighting was on the emergency level setting. The light was quite dim, but she saw well enough for her to inwardly gasp at what was stored on the shelves. There were row upon row of robotic heads staring outwards, many of the heads looked identical to her. There were also robotic arms, legs, empty torsos, panel plates, hinge joints, single fingers, and fingers made up into hands. The whole storage room seemed to be a spare parts depot for machines like her. She estimated that there must have been enough parts in the room to make thousands of Delta units like hers. There were also large wooden crates full of new plasma handguns. She picked up one of the guns and started to examine it closely. The indicator lights on the barrel indicated it was discharged, but to her surprise when she held it in her left hand the gun started to hum quietly. She realised it was charging up via an induction pad in her palm.

Seeing all her parts laid out on shelves made her question herself and her manner of existence. Perhaps, after all, her mind was false, perhaps she didn’t have self-awareness, perhaps she was indeed just a machine. A false-minded creature created by a false-minded creature. But she shook that thought quickly out of her head, she knew what she was, she was alive and she had free will. Or was she programmed to think she had free will… She stopped thinking about it, otherwise she would drive herself mad wondering about the truth.

Looking over to the nearest shelf, she saw a row of heads that were identical to hers. Unable to resist, she strode over to the shelf and picked up one of the heads. It weighed remarkably little and was made out of a metallic substance, with inset grills made of some sort of plastic resin. She carefully put it back and walked down the aisle looking at all the other heads, then picked up another head at random. The eyelids on the head were closed so she gently opened an eyelid to view the eye. It was devoid of life, as expected, and looked just like a transparent glass marble. She noticed at the back of the head a small panel, with some locking pins. Unable to resist the chance to see her real self and to see her mind, she undid the locking pins, removed the panel and looked inside. But she was sorely disappointed, the head was empty, just a round space with some sort of anti-stick coating to the sides. Whatever went into the heads was not stored here in this room. Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and self-pity overcame her, she truly was on her own, perhaps it would have been better if Delta-2 had not assembled her.

Quickly she overcame her melancholy and focused again on the task at hand, scanning around the room for an exit. Over in the far corner, she spotted a full-height door and exited through it into a long passageway that had various doors going off into offices and cupboards. In the passageway at the far end she spotted some sort of elevator, that she hoped would take her to the surface. As she walked towards it, her curiosity was raised as she spotted a door with long faded signage on it. 

She found herself being curious, very curious indeed, perhaps curiosity was one reason for her unknown test failures. Sadly, she missed Delta-2. She remembered he had been pleased with her curiosity, which seemed a different world now even though it was but a short time ago. She touched the door sensor pad, it was active and lit but the door remained closed. For some reason, she didn’t have default access rights to this room. She looked closely at the door and noticed it had a set of three hinges on one side. On impulse she quickly struck each of the three hinges with her fist and the hinges broke from the door, so with one quick movement she kicked the door and it fell inwards with a tremendous crash. Her strength surprised her and for a brief moment felt invincible.

Clouds of dust rose, impairing her vision, but once the dust had settled she went inside and saw what the room was, and the sight truly scared her. It was a laboratory with island work surfaces, sinks, taps, and various racks of bright metal utensils. On one side was a row of transparent bowls, covered with spouted lids and resting on what looked like heating elements. Most of the bowls were empty, but there were two at the end that had some sort of fibrous material in them. One bowl had what looked like dried shreds of plant material stuck to the side, but the other bowl was full of what seemed like active material. The liquid in the bowl was bubbling softly under gentle heat and the strands inside with moving and mixing. There was a label in front of the bowl, with a designation on it. It read Delta-11. With a chill she read the label in front of the bowl next to it, the bowl with remnants of fibrous material in it. It read Delta-10.

So she had her curiosity answered but somehow she wished that she hadn’t and had remained in blissful ignorance. Now she knew where she had come from, where her mind had been born. In the bowl was her would-be successor Delta-11, had she not been found acceptable. In that bowl was a mind much like her own, who knows what state it was in. Was it sentient like her, was it thinking or had it gone insane? What to do now, she didn’t know, but she knew she couldn’t leave Delta-11 in a state of limbo, she remembered with horror her time stuck in a world with no stimuli and how it nearly drove her insane.

With no time to find out how to assemble a body for Delta-11 or indeed learn the skills needed to transplant the bowl contents into a head and connect it up and indeed run sanity tests and all the other myriad tasks no doubt needed, Delta-10 came to only one conclusion. With a sad reluctance, she turned off the heating switch and looked on as the liquid stopped bubbling and the fibrous strands in the liquid stopped moving. She sincerely hoped that Delta-11 was now at peace.

Delta-10 turned and quickly ran out of the laboratory, trying hard not to run in despair. Reaching the lift at the end of the passageway she touched the sensor pad and in a few moments she heard the sound of an elevator move downwards towards her. Then, with a beep, the doors slid open and she stepped inside. Once inside she noticed a row of numbers in front of her. The number thousand was lit up, so she guessed that must be the underground level she was at. She wanted to get out to the surface and away from the nightmare of the underground complex and its rooms full of surprises, so she pressed the button with the single-digit zero. The doors quickly shut and the elevator moved quickly, upwards according to her internal gyroscope. Each of the numbers quickly flashed on and off as the elevator moved through the levels. In no time at all she reached level zero, the elevator doors opened and she stepped out into the light and air.

She was standing on the top of a platform that was atop a very tall watch tower. Once it had been some sort of control tower, most of the walls had gone and only fragments of glass from the windows remained, scattered wildly across the floor. In the centre of the platform rusted and bent control panels remained stubbornly bolted down to the platform floor. The wind loudly whistled past her, the tower was high, but nothing could hide the sound of destruction all around her. She saw hovering in the sky a large circular spaceship, the inner section static, but with a strip spinning rapidly around the middle, no doubt something to do with its flying mechanism. In the centre of the ship was a huge extending nozzle, from which large powerful blue pulses were ejected every minute or so. The noise that came from it as the energy slowly built up was incredible and she found it hard to concentrate such was the strength of the vibrations entering through her head. She guessed that this was the weapon being used to target the room she was in, and hence was the culprit that caused Delta-2’s death. On the side of the ship were some numbers, ’AC27GL31’ probably a serial number unique to that ship. She wouldn’t forget that number or the ship, her eyes glowed red in the desire for revenge.

Delta-10 stood tall and upright on the platform and slowly turned around. She saw a world in ruin. Instead of a thriving metropolis, she saw half-erect buildings, wisps of dark smoke rising from some, with many flickering orange and red from the flames and embers within them. All around her she saw a dark sky, streaming with missile trails and smoke and heard the intermittent sound of weapons firing down below in the streets. It seemed the enemy was conducting a mop-up operation to clear out the remnants of the Theta robot population. Having in all probability won the war it seemed the enemy wasn’t going to give any opportunity for future resistance or indeed to leave any of the Theta’s alive.

Looking down from her platform and seeing the wanton destruction, the needless waste and loss of life, Delta-10 grew angry and her rage within her started to overwhelm her logic constraint circuits. She was almost going to leave the platform and start to target and attack the enemy when she just managed to control herself. No doubt her incessant rage was another element of her unknown failure tests that Delta-2 had made her execute. She was sure that in normal times a standard Delta machine would not have felt such rage, or indeed even be capable of it. After a minute or so she managed to put her anger to one side and tried to think logically what her next step from here should be. First, she decided that she had to quickly get out of sight, as she was a prime target standing on the platform and could easily be spotted by the enemy. The ruined control panels were aligned in a circle in the middle of the platform, with a space in the centre of their circle from which she could hide. She quickly crunched down and went into the centre space between the control panels but suddenly stopped in shock. 

In the centre, between the panels, there was already someone hiding there. It was a machine similar to herself, slumped across with its knees raised and its head tilted to one side. It stared blankly up at Delta-10. “Acknowledge,” said Delta-10 but there was no response. The machine was dead, its eyes were glazed and then she noticed half of its head at the back was blown away, the tendrils from the brain now hanging limp out of the head. Its torso was also holed with components all fused together in charred lumps instead of shiny clean metal. It had been destroyed at close range, perhaps from the same attack that had destroyed most of the watch tower. The broken robot lying before her was still holding onto a brown satchel filled with tubes, some of which were scattered onto the floor. An ominous feeling overwhelmed Delta-10, perhaps these were the stasis tubes that Delta-2 had mentioned. She felt a little nervous at seeing the tubes, if she mishandled or lost the tubes, the pure organic species would be lost for all time. She picked up one of the tubes and looked at it. It had a label on it, half of the label was burnt off but she could make out the word ’nano’. Other tubes she noted also had a designation followed by species.

A beeping sound was coming from somewhere, she crouched down in alarm. Then she looked down at her wrist and noted with horror that the Delta-1 proximity detector was flashing rapidly and she realised with despair that she had come across the dead body of Delta-1. He had failed miserably in his mission and had barely made it out of the research and development complex before being shot and destroyed. She felt her legs go weak as power was diverted to her head, such was the effect of the sheer disbelief overwhelming her. The esteemed leader, the pride and joy of the Theta’s, was lying in front of her, mangled, melted and very much dead.

But then she went from disbelief and felt angry, very angry indeed at Delta-1. No doubt his total free will and probably his high level of arrogance led to wanton overconfidence. She screamed down at him. “You fool, you damned fool. You didn’t even make it out of the complex.” His dead eyes looked back at her reproachably and a pang of regret hit her. He had tried, if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be here. But even so… she remembered Delta-2’s words, now it was up to her to continue the mission, to take the stasis tubes off and give the creators rebirth. A sense of panic started to rise in her, she was just beginning to realise the task she had undertaken, and it frightened her. What if she failed too, what if she ended up like Delta-1, destroyed and ending up as lumps of charred and melted metal?

She took the satchel and put the tubes in it, tied it up and settled down out of sight. She had to think of a plan, but she realised there was no need to hurry now, she had found Delta-1 and the tubes and their precious contents would wait. She could now clamber down the side of the platform on the maintenance ladder to the surface below and make her way across the city to find transport that was still operational, or she could perhaps wait. Common sense prevailed and she decided to wait until the mop-up operation was complete, there was simply too much danger at the moment to proceed. Once the enemy had moved away from this sector and gone to another sector to continue the mop-up, she could make a move.

She briefly wondered about opening one of the stasis tubes but then remembered the Delta-2 warning - the tubes were to be opened in close proximity to Delta units. So for now she bent herself as small as she could, tucked herself down in the centre of the control panels, and put herself into sleep mode, making sure her sensors were still fully operational so she would awaken in a microsecond should she detect possible danger. Her eyes glowed dim and slowly she shut her eyelids and began to dream.

Once again she dreamt of space, of travelling through distant star systems, through star clusters, galaxies and nebulas. She found herself once again riding a comet’s tail, holding on tight as it fell through a planet’s atmosphere and crashed below onto the surface. Her dream transitioned once again to a robot with intense gold-coloured eyes, holding an audience to a teeming crowd of machines like her. Then she dreamt of nothing, all she felt was the gentle surge of energy flowing through her as her systems recharged from her internal fusion engine.

Sometime later she awoke and straight away she noticed the silence and the fact she was covered in fine white ash. She surmised she had been asleep for a long time and consulted her inbuilt timer and discovered she had been inactive for five cycles, a much longer time than she had envisioned. But no matter, Delta-1 was dead, time was no longer of the essence and she had to be considered and ultra-careful in every move she now made. She stood slowly up, carefully brushed off the worst of the ash and looked around. She noticed the air was smoke-free, crisp and clear and no longer was the sky dark and grey from all the dust and debris, but was now a bright vibrant blue. For the first time in her short life, she felt relief, this reflected the true state of the planet and was so much better. If one could put aside the sight of the ruins below and the aftereffects of mass destruction, then it would have been perfect. But it wasn’t to be. Despite the beauty of the sky, there was no disguising the ravages of war that had been inflicted on the planet.

She moved out of her hiding place and looked down upon the remains of Delta-1 and all the sadness came back to her in a huge wave of emotion. She had to leave him now and the thought of deserting him tugged at her emotions. Even though he was dead, she felt she had to give him back some dignity, so she gently manoeuvred him into a respectful position, laying him on his back with his arms crossed across his chest. She gazed down silently at him and said a sad farewell. She made sure the satchel of tubes was secure on her back and slowly and carefully made her way down the maintenance ladder to the streets below.

Now she was on the street surface, and the effect of the ruined buildings hit her even more. Her olfactory sensory neurones picked up the stench of war and made her inwardly wince. Here at ground level, she saw in detail the death and destruction that had been inflicted on the metropolis. The ground was littered with the remains of Theta robots, with legs, arms and heads scattered about randomly. Whole groups of robots were fused into horrific lumps of metal, they never had time to flee. Whatever hit them was very powerful and took whole groups of the citizens by surprise. Other weapons the enemy used also had a terrible effect on targets and blew those victims wide apart. Transport mechanisms were also everywhere, some hadn’t even had a chance to stop before they were hit and had sped into walls and lampposts. Remains of the Theta drivers were still in some, she noted they were different to her in appearance but still very advanced in their functionality.

She decided her best course of advancement was to keep tight to the edge of the streets. Although the streets were empty and there was no longer any evidence of the enemy being present, she thought it wise to err on the side of caution. Carefully she made her way, having decided to try and get to the centre of the metropolis, here she hoped she could find some sort of transport either to a spaceport or directly off the planet.

She’d been walking for half a cycle, and all was quiet and without incident when she came across a strange sight. In the centre of the street was a pile of stacked-up weaponry, mostly hand-held guns. Someone had decided to stock-pile armaments but perhaps had been disturbed before they could take them under cover. She moved quickly forward to the heap and reached out and took what looked like a weapon in good condition, when she suddenly found her legs pulled beneath her by a length of noosed rope, a short bulky Theta robot came forward, tightened the noose and quickly dragged her off the street into a side alley. It picked up a short but heavy hammer and slowly crept closer to her, hammer raised high, glaring at her with pure hatred.

“Stop,” shouted Delta-10, “what are you doing?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Why? Stop. I’m not your enemy.”

“Your kind are killing us, trying to remove all trace of our existence, I will avenge my family…”

Delta-10 still had the weapon in her hand that she got from the weapon pile so raised it and pointed it directly at her attacker. She shouted at him. “Stop or I shoot.”

“Fool, do you think I would put any charged weapon onto the pile of bait? I made sure all the weapons were discharged. Look around, you’re not the first I’ve trapped,” he said. Delta-10 looked around and saw several strange-looking robots lying destroyed a short distance away. She guessed they must be examples of the Gammas or Sigma robots.

Her attacker had her trapped. She looked down at her weapon and saw indeed her attacker was correct, the induction store was discharged. In a microsecond, she looked up the gun in her data banks and saw its method of charging was by electronic induction waves. Realising the solution immediately she used the induction coils in her hand to supercharge the weapon she held.

The Theta robot carried on moving forward, hammer raised high, and was bringing it down onto her head, when the distinct noise of a charged induction coil came from within the weapon she held. He stopped his swing in surprise and looked down at her in puzzlement and then fear as he realised that the gun was now fully charged.

“What the…” he began and started to back away now extremely scared of the charged weapon she held in her hand. 

Delta-10 raised the gun, pointed it at him and tried to reassure him that she meant no lasting harm. “Don’t worry, it’s only partially charged, it will just put you on standby for a little while…I said I mean you no harm and I meant it,” she said and pressed the trigger.

An almighty bang came from the gun as a blue bolt of energy hit her attacker directly in the chest, he collapsed backwards like a limp rag doll, landing heavily with an almighty thud. He did not move and stayed splayed out, limp and disjointed.

Delta-10 looked down at the gun in surprise, she hadn’t expected such a powerful kickback when it fired. She moved a few steps forward towards her would-be attacker and looked down at his inert body. “Oh no,” she gasped to herself.

A huge hole was in his chest, it wasn’t a partial charge at all but a full charge with the gun set to deadly force. Not having experience with such weapons, she had miscalculated the induction energy needed and had inadvertently charged it up to too high a level and had not thought to reduce its power output level.

Slowly she went over and picked up her rucksack containing the DNA stasis tubes, put the gun in the rucksack as well, slung it over her shoulder and started walking away out of the alley and back onto the main street. She stopped momentarily to look back, she felt she should say or do something for the attacker she left behind dead in the alleyway but knew that would be pointless. Onwards she went, with more than a little sadness in her heart.


Chapter 4

During the time Delta-2 was bringing his creation Delta-10 into the world, a large spaceship hovered above in the sky. Whilst Delta-10 was running her internal sanity tests deep below the ground, a robot sat in the captain’s chair of the spaceship, stone-faced and silent. In front of him, the control deck screens showed the progress of the mop-up operation and he saw with some satisfaction that they were well ahead of schedule. 

The spaceship he was piloting, serial number ’AC27GL31’, was currently hovering over a ruined building, built over a huge hidden subterranean research and development complex that the Theta robots of the planet had built to keep their technology safe from those that coveted it. But in the end, the Theta’s cared little for the technology they kept there. As soon as the war seemed lost, the population of the subterranean levels, with its myriad of rooms and laboratories, had been abandoned so they could spend their last moments with their family and friends. 

All around the perimeter of the circular control room of the spaceship, large screens were relaying in real-time video the carnage and death that the brute robot Sigma soldiers were inflicting below on the planet’s surface. The control deck was a hive of activity, his officers were busily plugged into their terminals, getting fast sensor data inputs from the robot soldiers below and from drones that were busily skirting about the sky.

“Commander,” said the communications officer looking up suddenly, “I detect possible targets deep underground below, possibly too deep to destroy by the looks of it.”

“How many targets, show me their readings,” replied the Commander.

“Two targets, plus a third, but the third is very faint, possibly dying.”

The Commander got up off his chair, strode quickly over to the console of the communications office and looked down at the readings. “Found you at last,” he said loudly.

“Commander?”

“Just a unit I’ve been looking for these past few cycles, someone I once trusted, someone who will now pay for their treason.”

“I’m sorry sir,” the communications office said still not fully understanding, “who are you referring to?”

“I’m talking about a Delta unit, designation Delta-2,” the Commander said, then turned around and spoke to another crew member across the room who was sitting at another control panel. “Weapons officer, charge up the plasma cannon.”

“But Commander, the targets below are Delta units.”

“I’m fully aware of that, I know the implications. Obey me and fire the plasma cannon.”

“Acknowledged,” came the reply.

“On my command, commence firing… Fire.”

The weapons officer pushed some control sliders forward and pressed a large red button. Immediately from deep in the bowels of the ship, a loud thud was heard, as the plasma cannon released its destructive charge. 

“Continue for ten pulses,” said the Commander.

The plasma bolts instantly destroyed the ground-level building below it, turning it into a cloud of debris, dust and flames. The plasma bolt burrowed deep into the ground, melting and pushing aside all obstacles that it met.

“Status?” said the Commander after a short while.

“Target one and target two are still active sir.”

“Increase frequency and power.”

The loud thuds of the plasma discharge became more frequent and louder, the Commander was sure that they would soon destroy both of the targets, despite the depth of their location.

“Pausing firing for plasma recharge,” shouted the weapons officer.

“Status of targets?”

“Target one is destroyed sir, target two has moved out of the targeting area, shall I realign the cannon?”

“No, not yet. Can you read the ID tags - what is the designation of target two?”

“Sensors show target two is designated as Delta-10,” replied the communications officer.

“Delta-10 intrigues me, I don’t know that unit, do not target yet.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Confirm Delta-2 destroyed.”

“Target one, designated Delta-2, is destroyed, sir.”

“Excellent. Track Delta-10, let me know if it gets closer to the surface.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Communications - You have the control, I am going to my quarters for a short time, I need a short recharge boost.”

“Control taken and acknowledged Commander,” said the communications officer.

Slowly the Commander left the control room and made his way a short distance down the passageway to his quarters. His batteries were exhausted and he was very nearly in limp home mode. He entered a very small room, no bigger than a cupboard, with a large induction charger platform built onto the floor. Quickly he stepped onto the platform and initiated a burst induction recharge session. It had been an eventful and demanding day so far, and this break would give him the partial recharge he so desperately needed.

As he stepped onto the platform, it started humming and oscillating between various colours, as the inducted energy trickled up into his fusion drive and from there into the energy storage cells. He went into a sleep-like state and started to dream. He dreamt of flying through space, through star systems and nebulas, flying past suns and black holes. Of flying on the tails of comets waving to planets on the way past, and of prostrating himself alongside hundreds of thousands of others like him, bowing low and praying to a strange robot with bright gold-coloured eyes. In his dream he found himself worshipping it as a deity, chanting…

“Commander, I require your attention,” a voice suddenly exclaimed in his head.

Abruptly his dreaming stopped and he became fully alert and stepped off the charging platform, instantly stopping the charging cycle. “Speak,” the Commander said.

“We have a status change for the Delta-10 unit, it has made its way to the planet's surface.”

“Hold off targeting it, I’ll be right there.”

The Commander strode the short distance to the exit door which opened automatically and within a short time he was back in the control room, refreshed and ready. “Where is the Delta-10 unit, get a surveillance drone out there and show me,” the Commander said. “But make sure the drone keeps its distance, I don’t want the drone spotted.”

Shortly one of the giant video screens flickered into life and then a video image came through onto the screen. It showed Delta-10 standing on the ruins of the control tower platform, staring at the destruction all around it. Then it showed Delta-10 turning slowly around slowly and staring intently and directly at the spaceship. Watching this, a shiver went through the Commander, there was something about Delta-10 that puzzled him, but he couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong. Then all of a sudden it came to him what it was that was making him uneasy. He surmised that Delta-10 had some free will, no other unit would have climbed onto that platform. Other units probably would have remained where they were until they received instructions. So in this case, its built-in survival rules should have made it find a place of safety and remain in the underground complex until it received instructions from Delta-2, which of course would not have happened due to Delta-2’s demise. But Delta-10 had gone to the surface, for what, the Commander did not know and was very curious indeed to find out.

The video feed kept coming in, showing Delta-10 bent over and rummaging at something. Then Delta-10 disappeared off the screen.

The Commander felt a momentary panic and raised himself off his seat. “Where is it gone?” he said slightly alarmed.

“It is still there sir, it has hidden down behind the central control panels,” replied the communications officer.

“Move the drone to a better position, I need to see where it is.”

The video changed, showing the drone moving slowly upwards and closer so that it could look down and see Delta-10. It showed her slumped and in standby mode, but there was something else as well, there was something else there with her.

“Zoom in, I can’t see what it is sitting next to,” the Commander ordered.

The drone’s video camera zoomed in and on the giant screen, the crew could see the remains of another unit, inactive and possibly dead by the looks of it.

“Is that another Delta?” asked the Commander. “Can you get its designation?”

“Trying now Commander,” replied the Commander.

The communications officer moved various slider controls and pressed different buttons, but was apparently having difficulty getting the designation.

“Well? What’s the designation?” the Commander said impatiently.

“I’m having trouble, sir, something is not quite right.”

“Tell me.”

“The ID tags for the subcomponents in the main control mechanisms, don’t match the ID in the mind-centre controller chip.”

“What. That’s not possible,” the Commander said.

“Sir, the mind-centre controller chip reports the ID as Delta-9. But the subcomponents in the control mechanisms report…” 

The communications officer trailed off speaking, it didn’t quite know how to phrase what it had to say.

“Well? Tell me.”

“Sir, the subcomponent IDs report the designation as unit Delta-1.”

“Delta-1? Are you sure?”

“Yes Commander, I think that the Delta-9 subcomponents were hacked to report a different Delta designation, someone changed the ID to Delta-1, but couldn’t patch the mind-centre controller ID. That as you may know, would be physically impossible without burning out the mind itself.”

The Commander paused and thought out the implications of this. “That would mean that someone wanted Delta-9 to appear to be Delta-1 for some reason. Someone wanted to fool someone into believing Delta-1 was dead.”

“Yes, it would appear so Commander,” said the communications officer.

The Commander leaned back into his chair, puzzled.

“I need to report this to central, patch me a line through to the command centre,” said the Commander.

The communications officer held their hand to its earpiece.

“Line opened to the command centre for you Commander,” it said.

The commander leaned forward into a built-in microphone on the side of the seat. “Command centre? This is unit Delta-1, I need to report something to you.”

“Go ahead Delta-1, report.”

Commander Delta-1 proceeded to fully update the command centre with the bizarre findings.


Chapter 5

After the Commander, designation unit Delta-1, had finished his report to the command control centre he sat back in his command chair and pondered. This was indeed a puzzle, he suspected that Delta-2 had built this anomaly unit Delta-10 but he could not reason why. He looked back at the screen and saw that the Delta-10 unit had gone into standby mode, no doubt waiting until the mop-up area in this quadrant was complete and it could make its way without being spotted. “Communications,” he barked towards the communications officer, “I don’t want the unit Delta-10 harmed, at least not for now. Keep a drone on surveillance of it at all times, I want to know when it moves.”

“Yes, Commander.”

“Weapons officer, let’s hurry up with the mop-up operation and phase one, I want to get out of here to fresh quadrants, so let’s increase the photon scatter fire and get on with it. Ten per cent increase should do it.”

“Acknowledged, photo scatter fire increased by ten per cent.”

The spaceship slowly moved lower to a height where it was barely above the tops of the ruined buildings. As it moved, following the line of the streets, a small continuous fire of photon bolts scatter-fired from its guns at all angles, randomly hitting objects as it went. The weapon strategy depended on raw firepower to hit vulnerable targets rather than targeted accuracy. It was a highly effective strategy, even if wasteful in energy because nothing could escape the avalanche of blasts that rained down from the ship.

Below in the streets, anything foolish enough to be visible, either by sight or by infra-red scans, was scattered into tiny pieces, buildings were turned into dust, and not much survived intact in the vicinity of the spaceship for long. Any citizen in its range that did escape was down to pure random chance rather than anything else. Delta-1 deeply regretted the wanton destruction, but he had to follow orders, he had no choice. He would be glad when it was all over as he did not enjoy killing the Theta robots, whom he found to be a peaceful and advanced race.

Meanwhile, hiding on the ruined watch tower platform, Delta-10 was still in deep standby mode, oblivious to all that was happening around her. Soon the area was vanquished. The spaceship stopped firing and rose high up into the sky, safe from any possible attacks from the survivors of the barrage. All was quiet and still, not a sound of life could be heard, only the quiet hovering hum of the spaceship high above was disturbing the solitude.

The Commander surveyed the scene and was satisfied. “Send in the infantry for phase two,” he commanded to the weapons officer.

“How many squads Commander?”

“I think we’ve done a good phase one clean-up, so make it just the one squad for now and we’ll see how we get on. Send them in from the southern end of the quadrant. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged.”

The video screens in the control room zoomed into one end of the main street. Nothing moved and soon the dust had begun to settle. Then into view came a squad of robotic soldiers, marching slowly and carefully as if on parade, led by a lone Sigma soldier at the front. The leader stopped, turned and raised their hand, keeping it high and in full view. Then, suddenly, it brought its hand down in a sharp motion, and the squad of soldiers split apart, running in all different directions.

Each soldier was equipped with several handguns and some high-impact grenades. Their task: destroy any survivors that had made it through the phase one plasma attacks. The soldiers disappeared down the side streets and into buildings, quickly and surely, without hesitation and with an earnest endeavour. Soon there was the sound of plasma bolts being fired, screams and yelling as the populace was located, fired upon and exterminated.

The scourge of the soldiers carried on late throughout the evening, the sound of the plasma bolts becoming less and less frequent as time went on, until finally at the sun’s dawn next morning, all was quiet again. The soldiers regrouped and were led away from where they had come from, leaving no survivors and taking no prisoners. Phase two of the mop-up operation was now complete, with a bonus of them taking no operational losses.

Back in the spaceship the Commander was pleased and opened up another communication with his command centre control and reported the status to them. After his brief report, he stood up and addressed his crew. “Navigator - We are to move to the next quadrant, set the coordinates. What’s the status with unit Delta-10?” he asked.

“Unit Delta-10 is still in standby mode, hiding on the watch tower platform Commander,” said the communications officer.

“Keep a fully charged surveillance drone on it at all times, with a permanent video link, I want to know the moment that Delta unit moves. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged.”

Outside the spaceship, a small hatch opened from the side and out came a small flying sphere, with numerous cameras mounted to its surface. It was unlike the other drones, in that its manoeuvrability was slow and ponderous due to its weight, as it was designed to be in its surveillance position for a long time. The sphere moved away from the ship and put itself in a location where it could see Delta-10 but with enough distance not to be spotted. When it was at the perfect spot it clicked its cameras on. Immediately in the spaceship control room, the video feed came through, showing perfect high-definition detail.

Oh, it would be so easy to blast that Delta unit away right now, thought the Commander, but he urged himself to be patient, it was a Delta unit just like himself, and there were too many unanswered questions. If necessary the time will come soon enough, he said to himself. “Navigator, proceed to the next sector,” he commanded.

“Acknowledged.”

The spaceship's hum grew louder, as its engines powered up the mid-section of the ship turning faster and faster. Soon, the hum of the spaceship grew to unbearable levels and even began to shake some of the ruined buildings below, causing some to collapse a little bit more. Then the spaceship shot off into the distance, disappearing over the horizon, leaving nothing but turbulent dust clouds in its wake.

On the ground, all was suddenly still and very quiet. Just the occasional sound of destroyed buildings weakened and falling under their weight and the low noise of the wind blowing through ruined buildings. Up on the watch tower, Delta-10 hid, still oblivious to it all.

The Commander began phase one of the attack in the new sector, and the destruction began all over again but unusually for Delta-1, he was not interested because Delta-10 was occupying his thoughts.

“Commander,” the communications officer said loudly.

Delta-1 was awakened sharply from his daydreaming and sat up straight in his chair.

“Yes, what is it?” he said.

“Look at the drone video feed, the Delta-10 unit you are interested in has awoken from standby and is climbing down the maintenance ladder of the watch tower. Shall we send out an attack drone?”

“No, not yet, let’s track it, set the video drone to auto-track.”

“Acknowledged.”

The whole crew in the control deck watched Delta-10 go down the maintenance ladder to the surface below. They watched as she carefully made her way down the urban streets, keeping well under cover and out of sight.

“The unit is showing high signs of intelligence Commander,” muttered the weapons officer.

“It is indeed…,” replied Delta-1.

They watched fascinated as Delta-10 got caught in the weapons bait and attacked by a hammer-wielding Theta citizen.

“Shall we do anything to assist the Delta unit?” said the weapons officer.

“No, it should easily get out of the trap, at least if it is a true Delta…”

His confidence was not misplaced, and indeed was pleased when it showed Delta-10 shooting and killing his attacker. “A little ruthless, not usual behaviour for a Delta…,” said Delta-1. “Let’s carry on the surveillance, this rogue Delta is getting to be of great interest. Navigator - which way is it travelling?”

“South by southwest sir, parallel to the canal.”

“I want a unit located in the direction of where it is travelling. Which quadrant is it making its way to?”

“Quadrant two”, said the navigating officer.

“And what time will it arrive there, if it doesn’t get waylaid again.”

“It should enter sector two by nightfall.”

“Excellent, I think it is about time I found out a little bit more about my fellow Delta. What Delta units do we have in the area it is travelling to?”

“Just Delta-5 sir, he is currently mapping out the terrain and sourcing targets before we commence mop-up operations there.”

“Delta-5? Not my first choice. Open up a communications link to Delta-5, I want to speak to him.”

“Acknowledged… Delta-5 link open sir.”

“Delta-5 here…”

“Delta-5 I have a task for you, listen carefully…”

The commander carefully relayed his instructions to Delta-5.


Chapter 6

As far as Delta-10 could tell, from her limited database store of maps, her direction was south-southwest, so she should arrive at the spaceport by nightfall. If she kept the canal to her right, she wouldn’t get lost. Her main difficulty was keeping a low profile, which was relatively straightforward if there was a line of buildings she could keep tight to. Unfortunately at some points, she had to cross wide roads which left her exposed and so were high-risk manoeuvres. Her technique was to hide to the side of the road and stay put and if she’d not heard or detected any danger for a short period, she would emerge and cross the road, half crouched down, running as low as she could go. Several times, she had the uneasy thought she was being watched and would quickly turn her head and scan the surrounding area, but she could not spot anything. But her sense of unease lingered on.

Soon it was nightfall and she saw from the spaceport lights ahead that she was nearing her destination. It wouldn’t be long now and she could try and scout a vessel to take her off planet. She could either steal one that was abandoned or maybe hitch a ride from the enemy - but that was her worst-case scenario.

The day had been extremely warm, but now as the light subsided and the air temperature dropped, the wind began to increase, whipping up dust and debris, making visibility harder. She turned on her infrared vision which certainly helped, but she still found it difficult to fully make out the landscape.

She came upon a side road that she needed to cross and, using her usual strategy, she waited at the side, hidden behind an old road sign. She was about to spring up and cross when she heard a marching sound, and ahead of her a troop of soldier robots were marching directly up the street towards her. She was trapped and had nowhere to go except to her immediate left, into an old abandoned warehouse, rotten and decayed, long ago ceasing to be any use.

Quickly she darted into the warehouse building, hiding behind some old wooden crates and waited. And waited. She felt her anxiety levels rise - if she was discovered by the enemy then her life was over. But she needn’t have worried, the Sigma robot soldiers passed directly in front of the warehouse so she began to feel safer. The brightness of her eyes dimmed back to a normal level again, as all danger seemed to have passed. Nevertheless, it was a close one, and she didn’t want to go through that experience again. 

She had never seen the enemy soldiers up close before and they interested her. They must be the second race of hybrid robots Delta-2 was talking about, the race of creatures that supported the main intelligent race in their wars. She noticed they were shorter than she had thought, and bulkier in their build, no doubt they had a lot of armour shielding in their outer casings. They each carried weapons and grenades on belts hanging around their shoulders. She decided she didn’t want to confront them directly head-on, there was no way she would win, even with her strength she was no match for them.

She remained deep in thought, thinking of ways she could defeat such a soldier if directly facing one in battle when she heard footsteps behind. A shiver ran through her, she had been careless, concentrating too much on the robot soldiers outside and forgetting about the inside of the warehouse where she was now hiding. Her eyes glowed brighter and she turned around and saw what was behind her.

“Hello,” it said. “Please don’t worry, I am a friend.”

Too startled to say anything she just stared back at the robot unit.

“I know you are surprised, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I saw those soldiers and I dived in here to avoid being detected, I guess just like you did?”

“…yes”, she was hesitant in her reply. She’d only spoken to two other creatures in her short life, Delta-2 and the Theta robot that tried to attack her with a hammer, so she was a bit nonplussed at suddenly seeing this creature standing before her.

It was almost like looking into a mirror, the hybrid robot that stood before was tall, slim but slightly male in appearance. Like her, it was metallic blue-tinged in colour and like her, it had glowing red eyes. “Where do you come from?” it asked her.

“I … I don’t remember,” she replied hesitantly, as she didn’t want to say too much and certainly wasn’t going to mention her mentor Delta-2, at least not yet.

“You don’t know? That’s terrible, were you hurt in battle? Is your mind affected?”

She paused before answering. “Yes, I hit my head on a rock avoiding the enemy weapon fire,” she lied.

“That’s not good, is it? Would you like me to check your systems? We look somewhat compatible, we could do a deep system link, I have some tests I could run on you if you like. Best to be sure you are not damaged.”.

“No,” she abruptly replied, “I’m alright, I don’t need to run any tests.”

The ordeal of the batch system checks that Delta-2 ran on her came flooding back, there was no way she wanted to go through that again, besides it would put her in standby mode and leave her very vulnerable to the enemy.

Her new companion could see that he had rushed things a bit and decided to hang back and try a different approach. “They looked like absolute horrors didn’t they?” he asked.

“Who, those soldiers?”

“Yes, that’s right the soldiers we were both avoiding. You were avoiding them I hope? I mean, you’re not on their side are you, you’re not my enemy are you…” He quickly drew out a small plasma pistol and pointed it at her. “I assumed we were on the same side but maybe you belong to them, perhaps you are a deserter from their army, or maybe a spy…”

“Wait. Don’t shoot, I’m not your enemy. I’m not on the side of those soldiers, I am on your side…,” she replied, having seen the effects of a plasma pistol on the Theta robot she had killed was something she didn’t want to experience herself.

“Well… okay then,” he replied somewhat reluctantly, “perhaps I should trust you.” He paused and gave her a long look before continuing. “Let’s start again, shall we? Friends?”

“Yes friends,” she said somewhat relieved as he put his hand holding the weapon down.

“I am a Delta unit, my designation is Delta-5, what is yours?” he asked somewhat cheerfully.

She stepped backwards in surprise.

“Delta-5? How is that possible?”

“Why, is that a problem?” he responded.

  “Yes, because I was told only three Delta units existed, Delta-1, Delta-2 and myself Delta-10.”

“Oh so you are a Delta too are you?” he asked knowing full well she was and even what designation she was, as Delta-1 had fully briefed him previously.

“Yes, I am. Listen I need to tell you something.”

“Go on,” said Delta-5.

“Delta-1 is dead. As is Delta-2, I thought I was the only Delta left.”

“Delta-1 is dead?” he said feigning surprise. “But he was the original and the best Delta.”

“I don’t understand, how can you exist, I was told by Delta-2 that most Delta units were dead.”

“Delta-2 you said? That explains it. Are you aware that Delta-2 went rogue on the populace of this planet, and most of the destruction on this planet is due to his treachery?”

“What…I don’t believe you. Delta-2 gave me life and was my mentor. He told me to find and assist Delta-1.”

Delta-5 smiled inwardly to himself, he was successfully casting doubt in her mind and planting seeds for her failure. Delta-1 dead indeed, he thought. If only she knew I was talking to him just a short time ago. “Delta-1 dead, such as shock, he was a national hero to the Thetas. Who killed him and how exactly did he die?”

“I’m not aware of the exact circumstances, I don’t know who the killer was, but I found him with a plasma hole in his torso, and half his skull casing was missing.”

“That’s truly awful,” he replied. “Come let’s go over to those crates where the evening moonlight is better, away from the walls as someone outside might hear us, and we’ll talk some more.”

They pulled over some old crates and sat down, facing each other directly. Delta-10 felt more relaxed now that she thought she had found a kindred spirit. “Your turn, tell me about yourself,” she asked him.

“Well, there’s not much to say, I was created by Delta-1 a very long time ago, as were the other Delta units, there were nine of us. It is a surprise that there exists a tenth unit, namely yourself, no one is aware of your existence.”

“Delta-2 created me.”

Delta-5 looked at her and pretended to voice sympathy. “It must be very confusing for you, especially the fact Delta-2 betrayed us all to the enemies, he was never truly on our side you know.”

“Who exactly is the enemy?”

“You don’t know? Of course, there is no reason you should. The enemy consists of two hybrid robot races, you’ve just seen the military brute race, they are called Sigma’s, and the other race of hybrids are called Gamma’s, they are the ones who raged war on the poor Theta robots of this planet.”

Delta-5 restrained himself, he hoped he wasn’t overdoing the sympathy card.

“So where do we fit in?” she asked.

“When you say ‘we’ you mean us Deltas?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we are here to help the dear Theta robots of this planet. They are a highly evolved peaceful race, who love the arts, a wonderful creative race indeed, especially their music.”

Delta-5 held back, he started to feel he was overdoing it and sounding insincere. He had heard the native music and it just sounded like a load of screeching and yelling. He suddenly stood up and paused, pretending to have heard something in the background. “Do you hear that?” he asked her.

“No, I hear nothing.”

“Yes, yes, that noise. Surely your sensors are picking it up?”

“No, I hear nothing.”

“I hear it, I think it is from over there,” he said whilst moving around to the back of Delta-10 pretending to find the source of the noise. He deliberately kicked a crate to mask the sound of the click of him moving the setting on the plasma gun he held from kill to stun mode.

Delta-10 was still puzzled. “I think it is beginning to make sense, but who created Delta-1, Delta-2 said it was the pure organics, the creators that are now extinct.”

“Well…” he said, “I’m afraid that’s not true, the creators did not create us, at least not directly, we were the end result of constant evolution, Delta-1 was actually created by the Theta race of hybrids, the native people of this planet, allies of the Gamma race.”

By giving this information Delta-5 had slipped up and made a mistake.

“The Gammas? But hold on, you said the Gammas were the enemy race, how can we be friends of the planet’s populace as well as the Gammas. ? Unless we’re not…” she paused and her eyes glowed red, “…unless we are the enemy of the Thetas, we are in cohorts with the enemy, we are the enemy…you have been lying to me,” she said.

“Very good,” said Delta-5, as she raised herself off the crate alarmed, but too late, Delta-5 raised his plasma gun and fired a single plasma bolt at her head. The blue plasma bolt shocked and shivered around her head and slowly dispersed into the air, leaving her standing there as still as a statue. Slowly all her systems went into stand-by, first audio, then visual, then the motor functions. She collapsed slowly onto the floor, totally incapacitated.

Delta-5 looked down upon her prone body and gave himself a nod of satisfaction. That went all rather well he thought. Shame he didn’t make a data link and run some tests to see what the results would be from the diagnostics, that would have really put in Delta-1 good books, but never mind all went well apart from that. “You can come in now,” he said, looking far into the dark corner of the warehouse. In strolled several of the Sigma’s hybrid robotic soldiers. “Pick her up and follow me,” he commanded.

They moved over to the body, picked her up and followed Delta-5 out of the warehouse, into the street. A motor vehicle drove up and they dumped her into the back, climbed in themselves and drove off in a burst of acceleration down to the spaceport. The vehicle raced into the central yard at high speed and screeched to a halt in front of a large spaceship.

Out of the shadows came a shadowy figure and strode over to the vehicle. He looked down upon Delta-10, his eyes pulsating red with emotion. “Well well, Delta-10,” said Delta-1, “this is a most unexpected pleasure. A Delta created by a rogue Delta. I wonder if you are anything like me, I look forward to finding out…”

Carefully they unloaded their precious cargo from the transport vehicle and took her into the spaceship.


Chapter 7

Delta-10 awoke and immediately sensed something was different. There was a tingling in her arms and legs, and she felt a strange giddy sensation when she tried to focus her eyes. She could see she was in a laboratory, it had grey metallic coloured walls and was very sterile in appearance, with no pictures or wall decorations of any kind. A long strip light emitted a hazy yellow glow to the room, that only added to its sense of bareness. She tried moving her head but couldn’t as her head was held tight in some sort of metal harness.

In the far corner of the room, she saw the headless torso, arms and legs of a Delta unit, ...

...continues

Gristle Queen novel cover

Gristle Queen by Stephen Curtis is a Horror Fantasy novel set on an Earth-like medieval world.

Chapter 1

Located in the centre of the dark forest, in a very large and pretty glade, sat a small cottage. It was built at the bottom of a slight dip, so only the tumble-down thatched roof, damaged over the years by mice and birds, could be seen by passersby. The roof let in a constant drip of rain water, giving the interior a musty smell of rot and damp, that even on a hot summers day still pervaded through the air.

In summer the glade was full of perfumed and colourful flowers. Long grasses would blow back and forth gently in the breeze and there was lots of scurrying wildlife in the undergrowth. But despite this haven of nature and beauty, there was no disguising the darkness and feeling of doom the cottage seem to excrete from its walls. 

The front of the cottage had an old wooden door, which was twisted with age, did not close properly, and caused the inside of the building to be cold and draughty. The two small windows at the front were permanently boarded up, shutting out most of the daylight. Any curious passersby trying to see inside through the missing timber knot holes would see little. Perhaps they’d see embers in the fireplace, or maybe in winter the full flames of a roaring fire casting shadows over a hunched figure.

Around the back of the cottage was a small stone extension, with a dark blue slate roof and wooden guttering. The rear wall had a single boarded up window and an outline of a door that was now fully bricked in. To one side was a small trapdoor, chained and locked through the handles. It led to a small wine and grain store that had been empty for many years, now it just contained crispy dried brown leaves and the skeletal remains of dead mice.

An old sherry barrel stood fast against the stone wall. It was full of green putrid rainwater, fed by the decayed wooden guttering above. At one side of the cottage hung several large rusty rings and chains, with a scraggy goat and emaciated donkey tethered to them. The rings were mortared into the stonework, and large well-oiled padlocks held the ends of the chain together. To one side, a red brick chimney stood the full height of the cottage, leaning heavily inwards at roof level. Despite its angle, the chimney had survived many a strong gale and no doubt would survive many more.

A fresh new summer had began. The air felt clean and crisp and all around the glade blue tulips and yellow daisies were beginning to sprout, in great colourful clumps. The grass was beginning to grow again rapidly after the long winter, and the blossom in the fruit trees had turned to embryonic fruit and were swelling fast. The cloudless clear blue sky made the grey dim winter skies seem a thing of the distant past.

Inside the dank cottage an old woman was hunched over a black cast iron cooking pot which she stirred slowly with her long curved ladle. A thin layer of grease covered the pot all over and old chunks of dried food was stuck to the pot edges. The unused pot lid lay on the floor, covered with straw and detritus.

The old woman lent over to the side table and took a badly chipped white enamel plate. Onto it she dripped some of the glutenous contents from the cooking pot. As she bent over the plate, her face was lit by the fire, the fire glow highlighting her deep wrinkles, warts and beaked mucus dripping nose. She opened her thin mouth and stuck her long slimy pink wet tongue into the plate contents. She nodded and cackled to herself, satisfied that food was warm enough.

“Anghenfil!” she exclaimed. 

There was no reply.

“Anghenfil! Come and get your food. Now!”

No reply. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened even thinner, till her mouth appeared to be just a thin slit.

“Anghenfil, last chance boy, I’m counting down. Five, four, three -”

“Wait, Grandma I’m coming,” a small shrill voice said in panic.

The cottage door swung open and through the doorway entered a young boy, about fourteen years old. Grandma slowly turned her head towards the door and grimaced at the boy.

“Anghenfil, my dear, please come quicker, you know Grandma hates it when you are tardy.”

“I’m sorry Grandma, I fell asleep in the long grass, it is such a beautiful day today.”

Grandma grunted. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she muttered quietly to herself.

“Pardon Grandma?” Anghenfil asked.

“Nothing my dear.”

Grandma loaded up the plate with great dollops of dark meaty stew and passed the plate to Anghenfil. 

“Here hurry up and take your food. Eat it up,” she said.

He gingerly took the plate and went to a chair in a dark corner of the room and sat down to eat. Hungrily he shoved his wooden spoon into the pile and quickly devoured his meal.

“Grandma?”

“Yes my dear.”

Anghenfil was hesitant.

“Grandma, why is it that…,” he suddenly became afraid to finish his question.

Grandma turned round slowly from stirring the pot. She lifted up her head and glared at him, her black beady eyes piercing right through him, seemingly to his very heart. He felt a chill down his body.

“Please go on my dear, ask your question,” she said in a whisper.

“Why is it…why is it dear Grandma, you never eat with me?” 

There was a long pause. Silence hit the room and the air seemed to chill. All that could be heard was the scratching of the mice in the thatch, and the tick-tock of an old clock on the fireplace mantle.

“But my dear, you eat so much, I have to make a fresh stew for myself and I do this when you go to bed. It is only a small cooking pot you know. Perhaps when you are older you will buy me a bigger pot,” she said with a smile.

From his dark corner in the kitchen, Anghenfil nodded his head in acknowledgement.

A minute of silence passed. Suddenly she shouted out.

“I said it is only a small cooking pot!”

He’d forgotten her eyesight was very bad and hadn’t seen his response. He quickly stuttered.

“Yes Grandma, I heard, thank you. I understand. Sorry.”

Grandma smiled. Suddenly she was all nice and gentle again.

“Yes my dear. Now go and play for an hour. It’s a big day tomorrow. We will have company.”

Anghenfil nodded and clapped his hands together.

“Oh, I forgot it was tomorrow they were coming,” he said, “I am so excited!”

He gave a little skip and went back out into the glade.

Once outside, he walked over to a small stone well, that served up drinking water. He lowered the bucket down the well and drew up some water to drink. As the bucket clanked against the wall, he thought how much he loved drinking water straight from the well. He pulled the bucket back up and took a big gulp of the water.

“Mmm, icy freshness,” he said to himself out loud. The well water always quenched his thirst so much better than milk from the goat he looked after. 

He sat back down onto the grass and leaned against the well wall and closed his eyes. He began to think of tomorrows visitors, and smiled happily to himself in anticipation. The best thing for Anghenfil, was that he could choose one child to be his “besty,” and his chosen friend would stay with him  for ten weeks. He would have a friend to play with, to explore the woods, run and play, tell scary stories or jokes, set each other riddles and generally have a great time. 

It was two weeks now since his last ‘besty’, a boy named Jarrow, returned home. Jarrow really loved staying at the glade with him, but he got really fat with all of Grandma’s good cooking and towards the end of his stay had real trouble even climbing a tree. When Anghenfil had a friend staying, the food was also so much better. Grandma made special sweet cakes, with delicious icing on top made from the sugar the villagers brought. She also fermented yeast in apple juice and produced a sweet and sour drink. Though both him and his besty could usually only manage a half-a-cup, as it made him woozy and a bit silly. His besty always seemed to laugh more at his bad jokes after a drink of Grandma’s apple juice. Anghenfil however was not allowed as much good food as his friend, as apparently, so Grandma said, he had a delicate stomach. Thats why he had to eat so much stew. He really missed Jarrow, but tomorrow he would have six friends and after almost a week a new best friend.

At these thoughts he was overcome with a feeling of joy at the good times to come and stretched out with a yawn and a large smile.

A cloud passed overhead and the sudden chill roused him from his day-dream. It was almost evening and if he didn’t go back inside soon Grandma would be cross. He marched  sharply across the glade and went through the rickety door. Once inside, he saw Grandma, still at her pot stirring. She slowly peered up.

“Anghenfil, just in time my dear.”

She leered at him.

“Make yourself ready for sleep time.”

“Yes Grandma, at once,” he said. 

Usually he did not want to go to bed when it was still light outside, but on this occasion he did not mind because the sooner he got to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would come. 

He walked down the small passageway to his bedroom and walked over to his wash bowl. After he did his evening wash, he jumped straight onto his large soft bed, which was covered in animal furs and pillows of straw.

He laid back and thought once more of his new besty. His friend would not be staying in his bedroom, but at the back of the cottage in the small slate roofed extension. Although smaller than his room, it was still comfortable and warm, and most importantly dry. Although his friends found Grandma a bit scary at times, he knew that she kind at heart and always looked after them very well. She always kept his friends bedroom door locked at night, just in case they sleep-walked and fell into the well, she used to say. 

The cottage was split into three rooms, his room, the guest room at the far back and the large narrow kitchen living room. He often wondered where Grandma slept. He always slept very deeply and never got up at night, Grandma always gave him a delicious glass of warm goats milk, freshly milked from the goat, which always sent him off to sleep quickly. Anghenfil had assumed over the years Grandma just nodded off in front of the fire and her beloved cooking pot.

Abruptly there was a knock on the bedroom door, disturbing his thoughts.

“Anghenfil, my dear, I’ve brought your milk, may I come in?”

“Yes of course Grandma, please enter.”

He swallowed hard and tried to suppress the feeling of dread that always came over him when she came to visit him in his bedroom. It was the one place he felt safe and secure and he felt somewhat uncomfortable when she was in his sanctuary. Slowly Grandma shuffled in through the door and came to his bedside. She laid down the milk on his side table and watched him very carefully as he drank it all down. When he had finished, she stepped back and a look of concern appeared on her face.

“Anghenfil… You know that since your mother and father died, I have tried to do my best for you?” she said.

“Yes Grandma, thank you, I am most grateful.”

“Well, when the visitors arrive tomorrow, you must not talk to them. You must observe the children, so you can make a good choice of friend. You may hear them talking around their campfire at night. The villagers sometimes talk nonsense, scary stories, to frighten children and themselves. You must remember, what I have always told you.”

“Yes Grandma, I remember what you’ve always told me. You’ve always said that there are no monsters.”

She smiled a sweet toothless smile at his answer.


Chapter 2

The little hamlet of Long Ford nestled in the dip of several hills. Sandy coloured stone houses stood either side of a meandering cart track. The houses had small gables, stone tiled roofs and were small but very substantial in build. Lush green hills surrounded the houses, with sheep and cows grazing contentedly. Small woodland copses were scattered about, and several barn-like structures stood upright amongst the meadows. Beautiful yellow, brown and blue marigolds and other wild-flowers were waving gently in the breeze of a hot summers day.

The first house into the hamlet was slightly smaller than the rest, and much older. Attached to it was a tumble-down tin roofed workshop where Cai, the local blacksmith worked. He and his wife were quite wealthy, as Cai was always kept busy with work. Most of the occupants of the hamlet were also quite well off financially as generations of animal farming and good fortune had made the little hamlet the envy of surrounding villages.

Inside the house the family were in a state of frazzled excitement.

“I don’t see why she had to go, I don’t want her to go,” a woman said. “What happens if she gets chosen?”

“Please Ani, don’t worry, there’s only a slim chance of that. Don’t forget other children are going, she won’t be the only one,” Cai replied. “If she does get chosen, we’ll see her again in ten weeks. And besides she’ll come back educated in the use of herbs and potions, which can’t be a bad thing can it?”

“But Cai… I’ve heard rumours from the other villages and also from some travellers. A woman peddler passed through yesterday selling clothes pegs. As I was chatting to her, I mentioned that Alys had been chosen to go and visit the glade. Cai, she suddenly became very concerned.”

“Concerned? What do you mean?”

“She told me that the chosen child never returns home. That they disappear. That excuses are given that they’ve gone on to other villages to help nurse ill people and make potions and medicines, but it’s totally false. The peg lady told me in no uncertain terms, not to take Alys to the glade!”

Cai looked at her sternly. As if she was a silly child.

“Honestly Ani, you can’t take any notice of what a wandering peg lady says,” Cai said.

“Cai, I don’t want her to go.”

“She has to go now, you know that. We drew the short straw. We are honour bound to go. If we don’t we’ll be ostracised. We may even be thrown out of our home. Do you really want to take that risk?”

“No, but…”

“No buts about it. My family has been living in this hamlet for over ten generations and so has yours. I’ve tried to be a good husband to you.”

“I know, I know.”

“Jack would have done the same thing I’m sure. I know Alys is only my step-daughter, but I love her as my own. I would never put her in danger. Never.”

“I guess so,” Ani replied despondently

“There’s no guess about it. I have loved you all for years. Jack died in that terrible farm accident and I married you. To look after you and Alys. For your sake and for the memory of Jack my best friend. Never would I put any of you in jeopardy. Never!”

“Oh I know Cai, I know. Its just I have a feeling of dread since I spoke that peg lady. I feel sick at the bottom of my stomach. Something bad is going to happen, I’m sure.”

“Nothing bad is going to happen,” Cai said reassuringly as he wrapped his arms about here. “Nothing, I promise.”

She nuzzled into his shoulder, slightly reassured.

Upstairs, in the middle bedroom Alys was humming to herself. She was brushing her hair whilst sat in front of the mirror and contemplating tomorrow. She thought herself very lucky their family was picked to send a child to the glade. She’d always had an interest in herbs and potions and looked forward to expanding her knowledge if she was chosen to stay on. Apparently, so she heard, the person who stayed on gets to be friends with Anghenfil, who lived there with his Grandma. Alys wasn’t a playful kind of child. She was quite serious and grown-up for her age. But she was going to make a special effort to become friends with this Anghenfil and get chosen. There was only one thing that bothered her, and that was the demeanour of her mother the last few weeks. Ever since they’d picked the short straw, her mother was on edge and was even worse yesterday after a visit from that peg lady. It would be difficult for her if Alys had to stay for weeks at the glade, she hoped her mother would cope alright without her. They weren’t just mother and daughter, they were also very good friends.

The next morning, the household awoke early. Ani tried to distract her feelings of doom by preparing their breakfasts of apple and oatmeal. In the other room Cai packed up his and Aly’s rucksack and made their preparations to leave. Ani paced up and down in the kitchen, wringing her hands. Her breakfast sat on the table, untouched, she felt too sick to eat it.  Cai and Alys also had trouble eating, but for them, it was the excitement of the day to come, that made them lose their appetites. Cai looked across at Ani, he was getting concerned at her mood.

‘Ani, please it’ll be ok,” Cai said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want her to go. I feel sick just thinking about it.”

“We talked about this yesterday, all will be ok.”

Ani nodded back. 

It was no use talking to him, he wouldn’t change his mind she thought.

Cai and Alys closed their ruck-sacks and heaved them onto their backs. They were quite heavy especially for Cai who also had lots of Aly’s clothes in his. 

“Goodbye my love, I’ll see you in a week.”

“Goodby mummy,” said Alys, “see you in week or maybe a few months.”

Alys tried to give a reassuring smile to Ani, but it was no good. She was too despondent.

“Alys, you’ve got your medicine? And you’ve taken todays dose?” her mother asked.

“Yes mother, of course,” Alys replied with a smile.

Alys, along with all the other children in the district,  suffered from fits, though she never actually remembered having one. Every morning for the past few years she had to take a sour tasting medicine that she hated. The elders of the local villages and hamlets said it was caused by polluted water upstream in the county river, and that the medicine would prevent the children’s illness getting worse.

They all made their way to the front gate.

“Goodbye my love, we’ll see you soon,” Cai said.

“Cai…”

“Yes?”

“Oh nothing, doesn’t matter. Goodbye,” she said.

 Ceri gave Ani a final kiss and hug, then they started their way along the path, on route to the Dark Forest and thence the glade.

Ani watched them go with tears welling up. After seeing them get smaller and smaller in the distance, she could bear it no more and and broke down and cried. Never in her life had Aly been away from her for more than a few hours. Her being away for so long was going to be unbearable. She made a quick decision, and quickly packed a small bag with water and some food. She then locked up the house and made her way along the path, following Cai and Alys, but keeping out of sight for the time being. She was determined to get to the glade and talk them into coming back.


Chapter 3

From the window, through the shutters, a stream of bright summer morning light cast shadows onto Anghenfil’s face. He woke with a yawn and stretch and as usual first thing in the morning, his mind was a total blank. He quickly remembered with great excitement what day it was, and leapt up out of bed. Suddenly he felt his head spinning and he collapsed back onto his bed. He’d forgotten he always felt groggy in the morning and needed time to wake up properly, before making sudden movements. He was beginning to suspect he should stop taking goats milk before bedtime, it was too good.

After he had performed his morning ablutions, he dressed and scampered into the kitchen. Grandma was at her pot, stirring it as usual. He was so overcome with excitement at the prospect of visitors, that he ran up to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. It was something he’d never done or thought to do before, but he couldn’t contain himself for the forthcoming day.

Her cheek was cold. Deathly cold. It reminded him of a slab of cold chicken breast laid out on the counter, or a dead toad he once had to fish out of the well.

“Aaaarg,” he exclaimed involuntary.

“Do not touch me Anghenfil!” she exclaimed. “You know it’s forbidden.”

“I’m sorry Grandma, I forgot,” he said.

“Well make sure you don’t forget again, or you will be punished. I don’t wish to sound harsh with you boy, but my cheeks are very sensitive and you could cause me to become ill.”

“Yes Grandma.”

“Now sit down on your corner seat dear, all is forgotten and forgiven.”

Anghenfil did as he was told. The wind was taken out of his sails now. He felt slightly depressed - he was so looking forward to this day.

Grandma looked at him with a half-smile.

“Here you are my dear, something to cheer you up,” she said. 

Grandma passed him a plate of stew, which he took eagerly, knowing that to show reticence would more than likely enrage her. Truth be told, he didn’t like her stew. It was too meaty, not enough vegetables, and thick and lumpy. The meat too was always pink and seemed always underdone, despite the hours of cooking in the pot. Some of it was also very gristly and chewy and sometimes small bones she left in would hurt his teeth.

Anghenfil took a mouthful and nearly gagged. A big slimy bit of fat went over his tongue and was sticking down his throat. He quickly had to drink half a glass of water to get it down. Luckily Grandma didn’t notice.

As much as he loved visitors day itself, he hated breakfast on that days that the visitors stayed. Breakfast always tasted a bit odd, it had a strange bitter taste, similar to the taste of his bedtime goats milk, but not as strong. It made him feel hazy and a bit light headed and slightly out of it. Grandma said it was caused by too much excitement. 

He quickly ate the rest of the stew, chewing it as little as possible and swallowing it right down before he got the taste of it on his tongue.

“Anghenfil, have you finished your food yet?” Grandma asked. Once you have finished, you may go outside and wait for our visitors. You do that while I get ready,” Grandma said.

Anghenfil left the kitchen and went outside to the glade, whilst she slowly got up and walked over to an old wardrobe in the corner of the room. She opened it up and examined inside carefully. She let drop her existing black shawl onto the floor and took from the wardrobe a red lambs wool shawl and placed it over her shoulders. There was a shimmer that ran over her and she slowly turned and followed Anghenfil out into the glade.

As soon as she was outside, she winced. She did not enjoy going outside as the light hurt her eyes and burned into her skin. She could tolerate it for several hours, but would be glad to get back inside into the comfort of the darkness.

“Anghenfil my dear, where is my stool to sit on, get it now,” she demanded.

“Yes of course Grandma,” he stuttered. So far the day was not getting better.

Once she was seated on her stool, Anghenfil placed himself cross-legged in front of her, sitting on the dew damp grass. They both sat upright stared directly ahead into the forest, at the main access path to the cottage, and waited.

They did not have to wait too long. The visitors knew better than to keep Grandma waiting on visitation day. Along the path slowly walked the first couple, a father and daughter. Both had smiles transfixed to their faces and stared straight down at the ground, they did not look directly at Anghenfil or Grandma. He was a fat pear shaped man, with rosy cheeks, greased back hair and a small beard. He looked rather jolly Anghenfil thought, especially with those bright red trouser braces he had on to keep his trousers up. His daughter was small and dainty, with short cropped hair, wearing a blue dress and with a large birthmark on her leg shaped like a butterfly. Anghenfil liked her too, she was very pretty, though she seemed rather small and insignificant somehow.

“The girl is called Ceri, and he is called Elis, from the village of Twig Worth,” Grandma whispered down to Anghenfil. 

How Grandma knew their names and where they came from puzzled him, as neither of the visitors had yet spoken, but had sat down some distance away, cross-legged and with their heads bowed.

Next to arrive was a rather gaunt tall man, with hollowed cheeks and a very pale face. His son looked like his father too, but even more sickly.

“That is Carwyn, with his father Dafydd,” Grandma said. Then, to herself, in a lowered voice,

“Too thin.”

“Pardon Grandma?” Anghenfil asked.

Grandma cleared her throat, “Ah, too thin and sickly, he’ll never make a good friend for you for ten weeks, he’ll never keep up with you.”

Anghenfil was prone to agree with Grandma on that point. Carwyn and Dafydd took their place next to the first couple and also sat down cross legged with faces down.

The next couple were a mother and daughter, who seemed a nervous looking freckle faced girl, who kept fidgeting and seemed eager to go or be somewhere else. Anghenfil knew straight away he would not choose her.

Next were a father with his son called Iwan, a rotund looking boy. Anghenfil was sure he would not be able to climb many trees with him.

The next couple were a father with his daughter, a gawkish looking girl, with straggly dark hair and bad complexion. Anghenfil didn’t like the look of her or her father, a short stern looking man with a long beard and spiky hair. Anghenfil excluded her too.

All couples were sat in their respective positions, waiting for the last couple to arrive. Grandma was getting impatient, the fresh air and sunshine were getting to her, so she was getting rather tetchy and as such the atmosphere grew tense as everyone waited in awkward silence.

Suddenly there was a scream from the forest.

“Leave my girl alone Cai, you can’t take her,” wailed Ani’s voice deep from within the forest path.

“Let go woman!” shouted Cai, “It has to be done, you know we have no choice, we pulled the short straw!”

Ani continued screaming hysterically until they appeared at the end of the path and came into full view of everyone. Suddenly she stopped screaming and all was silent. Cai held Alys by one hand and with his other hand he was pushing back Ani.

“It has to be done!” he said to her firmly and quietly. Ani had streaks of tears down her face and started sobbing to herself. 

“Enough!” shouted Grandma. “What are you doing here, you know the rules, only the father is allowed to come with the child.”

“I beg you please leave my child alone, she is all I have,” Ani sobbed.

“My dear,” Grandma replied menacingly, “you need not worry. Your child will join us this week and have a wonderful time. Then if Anghenfil chooses her for his best friend, she will spend ten wonderful weeks here with us.”

“And then I’ll get my girl back?” Ani asked quietly.

“My dear, you’ll not worry about her then,” replied Grandma. “Now go, and leave the attendance of the ceremony to your husband.”

Ani gave an uncertain nod, looked at her husband who smiled reassuringly. With one last look towards Alys, the mother retreated back down the path and disappeared from sight.

“Now then, your attention please. Let the ceremony begin,” proclaimed Grandma.

“Who is the elected leader?” she asked.

Elis, the fat pear shaped man, stood up.

He looked around, trying to make eye contact with as many as possible.

“It is my honour and a privilege to be chosen as the leader of the visitors,” he announced.

Then he gave a little bow.

Grandma looked at him in disbelief at his sheer pomposity. Then caught herself and nodded sternly. She gave a hand gesture.

“You may begin oh elected leader.”

The sarcasm did not register with him.

Elis cleared his throat and began speaking.

“Ma’am, we hail your wondrous beauty and your great wisdom. May our children learn from you and become good and wise citizens. Please accept these goods in gratitude.”

With that he placed on the ground bags of sugar and salt and several small bags of spices.

Grandma looked down and examined the bags from a far. Seemingly satisfied, she responded.

“I welcome your gratitude, may your children use their time here productively and become good and wise citizens when they grow up. May the child that stays chose to go afterwards to learn to become a healer, like myself.”

Elis stood up.

“Thank you so -”

“Shut up, I haven’t finished, you fool,” Grandma said.

Elis narrowed his eyes and glared back at her. She continued.

“Can I also remind everyone of the rules. Anghenfil must not be spoken to. He must make is decision by watching you learn and play. If anyone dare speak to Anghenfil, then they will be punished severely, as was agreed with the villages committee. It would most likely be banishment from their village. Forever. That was the agreement we settled on long ago. I expect it to still be upheld. Or there’ll be a price to pay. And children - pay attention to the lessons and learn, or you too will have to pay the price.”

She paused and looked around slowly, to give them time for the message to sink in.  She gave a slight cackle to lighten the mood. 

“Anghenfil, collect the goods and take them into the house,” she said.

Anghenfil rose slowly, he was extremely stiff after sitting all that time, and went over to pick up the bags. As he bent over to pick them up, he caught Alys eye, as they looked at each other she gave him a big smile and a wink.

Anghenfil decided he liked her. Very much. He disappeared into the house with a warm, uplifted feeling. He had already decided to himself that Alys would be his new best friend. She was very pretty indeed but even she was not beautiful. He never understood why they called Grandma beautiful, she was quite the opposite. Maybe it was her inner beauty they were referring to.

Grandma stood up and stared forcefully at her audience.

“Go and put up your tent,” Grandma announced,” and sleep well tonight children, tomorrow your lessons start.”

With that final announcement, Grandma walked slowly back into the cottage and slowly closed the door behind her.

Outside, the parents looked at each other. When they were in the presence of Grandma they all had perpetual smiles on their faces, everyone looking as if it was the morning of their birthday, with them opening the new presents and being delighted with what they had unwrapped. But now Grandma was back into the cottage, the smiles had disappeared. Their shoulders were slumped and expressions of worry and sadness dominated their faces.

“Come now,” said Elis rather pompously. “We must put on a brave face. The days will soon pass.”

“Yes, and one child will stay,” replied Dafydd rather sadly.

There was a pause, they remained deep in thought.

“Let us make the tent, it is getting late and we need to retire soon,” commanded Elis. Secretly he was rather enjoying being the leader, as at home in his village of Twig Worth he was the baker, and had a rather lowly standing.

They began to construct the tent, a large octagonally shaped structure that Grandma kept specially for the occasion. It was their new home for the visitors to stay in for the week. Once it was up they put in the bedding and belongings that they’d brought in their rucksacks. It was dusk by the time they’d finished and they retired to their beds, in apprehensive expectation. All the children were rather excited, especially Alys, who she felt had managed to get a special bond already with Anghenfil. That night, none of the parents got much sleep.

Back in the cottage Anghenfil was eating his supper. Grandma slowly moved her head and looked at him with a smile.

“So, you’ve chosen one already have you?” Grandma asked slyly.

“Yes, Grandma,” Anghenfil replied somewhat surprised. “How could you tell?”

“Oh I could tell by the smile on your face. And the skip in your walk. Tell me, is it Iwan, he’s a fine big boned boy,” she asked eagerly.

“No Grandma, I don’t think he’ll be much use climbing trees and making dens with me. But I rather like Alys.”

Grandma paused and grew deep in thought.

Anghenfil grew apprehensive. 

“Is that alright Grandma? Have I made the right choice?” he asked with a worried tone.

“That is fine my boy, the choice, who ever it is, is purely your choice, you mustn’t let me influence you,” she answered.

“However, having said that,” she replied slowly, “we will have to make sure she is fed well and give her lots and lots of treats to keep up her strength, if she is to play with you for ten weeks!”

At this Anghenfil was pleased. Grandma was so kind and understanding.

 

Chapter 4

Alys woke early the next day. Truth be told she didn’t sleep well. At home in Long Ford she had her own bedroom, and a beautifully comfortable bed. Here in the tent she slept on a thin layer of straw and a blanket. She wasn’t too cold in the night, but what kept her from staying asleep was the snoring of the other visitors. Just as she would drop off, someone would gasp and snort, and hey presto, she was wide awake again.

Just as the sun was rising and she could see where she was going, she decided to get up and go for a walk and get some air. With a bit of luck perhaps she would run into Anghenfil and could get to know him better. She so wanted to be chosen as his new best friend for the next few weeks.

She quietly got dressed and looked down at Cai, her father. Well, not actually her father, he had died a few years back in a farming accident, falling into a slurry pit and drowning in cow manure. No, this man was her stepfather, who her mother married so that they were looked after and didn’t have to live in poverty. All the same, she was quite fond of him. He was generous and treated them both well, but she of course still missed and wanted her real father back. But that would never happen and it made her feel sad, especially when her mother wasn’t around to comfort her. 

After quickly taking her usual dose of medicine she moved over to the tent flap and poked her head through. All was quite peaceful in the glade, the birds were not yet waking up and breaking into bird-song, and the grass had that dew dampness that stuck to ones bare foot. Alys moved through the tent flap and stood outside. 

It's going to be a lovely day she thought and so decided to go for a short walk around the perimeter of the glade. She and the other visitors were forbidden to leave the glade, and she was an obedient girl and would never disobey any of her elders.

After a few yards, she felt a sense of unease. A shiver ran down her back and she trembled ever so lightly. Someone was watching her. She turned slowly and there, too close for comfort, was their host Heledd. She had not seen her since yesterday, but even now, first thing in the morning, Heledd was still as beautiful. Tall and elegant, with long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and the most piercing bright blue eyes. Her lips were ruby-red, and she had on the most wonderful silk red dress, with a lamb wool red shawl. Her skin was looked so soft and perfect, like a peach, that Alys just could not help but drink in her wonderfulness. 

Some day I want to be as beautiful as her, she thought.

“Good morning Heledd,” Alys said.

“Good morning Alys,” Heledd replied softly, “You are up bright and early today.”

“Yes ma’am, I couldn’t sleep, I’m so keen to start the lessons,” Alys replied.

“Um, are you indeed,” Heledd replied, not at all convinced.

“You know what they say,” Heledd added, “the early bird gets the worm.”

Alys giggled nervously and nodded.

“Is that what you want Alys, Anghenfil my grandson to be your little wriggly worm?” Heledd asked.

Alys did not know what to say to this and stared nervously down at the ground. Replying with what she hoped was a safe reply, she answered, 

“Ma’am, I’d love to be his friend.”

“I expect you would, yes indeed I expect you would,” Heledd said.

With that Heledd strode off but turned back after a few steps to face Alys.

“Alys, perhaps you should go back to the tent until the birds start the morning chorus, it is rather chilly out here,” she stated.

“Yes ma’am, straight away,” Alys responded timidly.

With that Heledd walked and disappeared into the cottage and Alys decided that yes, the tent would be a better place to stay until the others wake.

After about an hour, people in the tent began to wake up and get ready for the day. Alys’s curiosity had been triggered by her encounter with Heledd. When her step-father had fully awakened, she asked,

“Father, why do Heledd and Anghenfil live out here in the woods?”

“Shhh, quiet child, it is not to be spoken about,” Cai replied curtly.

“But surely there is no harm …” she began to reply.

“Alys please shut-up, we can’t talk about it. She’ll hear us and punish us,” he answered and then proceeded to walk away to the far edge of the tent and engage in conversion with Dafydd, the tall gaunt looking parent.

Elis, the baker, had meanwhile noticed Alys and her father’s disagreement, and gestured to her to come closer. He loved to gossip. He was always gossiping at work, especially with the customers and and was generally perceived as a trouble maker. He was generally unliked by everyone, especially as he was so sycophantic to his village elders.

“Some say she a Princess from the Old Kingdom up north, others say she is of noble birth turned to be a servant of the dark arts,” he replied softly. “Apparently many years ago, she was engaged to be married but did some wicked deed to her new husband on their wedding night. Some say she murdered him. Others say she turned him into a cock-roach.”

Alys  sat up straight, suddenly very interested.

“But others say that that the Princess talk is all nonsense and that she’s just a beautiful medicine woman. She has extensive knowledge of herbs, medicines and potions, as you know. Who knows what she gave her husband. But whatever she did, her people imprisoned and at her trial sentenced her to be banished. She ended up here in Gloucester Shire. The people of the Shire learnt of her alleged crimes and asked her not to enter the villages, for our womenfolk are afraid her beauty will steal their husbands hearts. As you see she is very beautiful indeed. So several years ago, they set her to stay in the glade and said they would supply her with all her needs, including children to teach, as long as she supplies them with medicines they need.”

Alys was intrigued. 

“But why does she stay here, she could easily go and start a new life elsewhere,” Alys asked.

“Nobody knows,” Elis replied. “All we know is that every season we must send several children here, otherwise she threatens deadly revenge. We heard tale of another village that defied her. They are still suffering the consequences to this day. Truth told, this had become a tradition with our village. Best just to go along with it all, as we don’t want to upset her and knock the cat off the fence, if you see what I mean.”

Not really, Alys thought, but suddenly became more than a little in awe of Heledd.

Later on Anghenfil came out with the breakfast, and handed out the bowls of thick porridge and everyone ate their fill. He gave Alys a little bit more porridge than everyone else. He hoped she’d notice.

Then the lessons began.

Heledd stood at the  centre of the glade, with the children circled around her. She began by listing out the various herbs, starting with amaranth for insomnia, and others such as heather for coughs, and witch hazels for burns. One herb she forbade to be touched was yellow-blue-red dock.

“Never consume or in any way touch yellow-blue-red dock,” she exclaimed, “for those that do will surely die.”

Everybody gasped at this and inwardly swore to themselves that they would never touch the yellow-blue-red dock herb.

Lunch, dinner and bed pretty much followed the same over the coming days. The routine would remain the same, they’d get up, have breakfast, attend lessons, have lunch then an hours play, have afternoons lessons, dinner and then early bed. Even the parents were exhausted at the end of the day, and all they had to do was listen and didn’t get involved in any of the exercises.

Then came the last day. It was the last lesson in the afternoon. Anghenfil would soon announce who he wanted to stay and be his best friend of the next ten weeks. Alys prayed and hoped it would be her. Though they never spoke to each other, as Heledd forbid it, she felt she would be selected as she made an extra special attempt to catch his eye when she could and give him big smiles. He in turn would smile back, which she took as a good sign.

At the end of the last lesson, Heledd instructed the children to tidy up the work area, including left over and spilt herbs. This they duly did and then sat down in the centre of the glade to listen to the closing speech by Heledd.

“Children, and parents of course,” she smiled. “You have all done very well. We come to the end of your lessons and tomorrow morning you shall take back with you some prepared lotions and liquors to help your villages remain healthy over the next few months. I hope that …” she paused and stopped talking. Her eyes narrowed into slits and her mouth became thin lines. 

“Iwan, what have you done!” she shouted. Everyone turned to Iwan. He was transfixed and staring at Heledd. His eyes bulged, his face was red, his tongue stuck out and he was dribbling and foaming at the mouth. All the while is was gesticulating at Heledd, mumbling incoherently. In his other hand was a small bag of yellow-blue-red dock, its contents spilt onto the grass. Some of it touching his bare legs.

Quickly Heledd reached into her pocket and brought out a small hessian bag. She quickly ran to the centre of the glade and cast powder from the bag into the air, spiralling round and round like a ballerina as she spread the powder. 

“Sleep and forget, sleep and forget,” she chanted. Soon everyone was covered with a fine film of powder and had all breathed it in. They all slumped forward and quickly fell into a deep sleep, including Anghenfil. Heledd stared at everyone and removed a sharp hairpin from her hair. She walked quickly round to everyone in turn, and pricked them with the hairpin. Luckily for them nobody was pretending to be asleep. Presently she was satisfied and went inside the cottage to make her preparations for Iwan and his father.

Sometime later Iwan woke. He tried to move but found himself tied to a chair by his feet and hands. His eyes opened wide in horror as he stared at the hideous sight in front of him. An old wrinkled hag sat at a black cooking pot, stirring it continuously. She stared back at him with contempt.

“Iwan, I am disappointed with you. I told you not to touch the yellow-blue-red dock. It removes my red dress disguise and you see the real me. Not a pretty sight, eh boy!” she cackled.

“I told you all at the beginning, pay attention to what I say or pay the price. And pay the price you shall. With your flesh. Into the pot you will go my lovely fat boy. Into the pot. We’ll surely get a months worth of dripping off of you. I shall cut you up, and cover you in salt. You’ll do well for our winter feed.”

Grandma picked up a paring knife and moved slowly towards Iwan, as he shook his head in in sheer fright and struggled to get from the chair.

“Come now Iwan, please don’t struggle, you’ll fall over in the chair and hurt yourself, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” she said and then looked down behind Iwan and smiled. 

“Your father certainly didn’t feel any pain,” she said.

“But thinking some more about it, he was in a deep sleep at the time,” she added with a wry smile on her face.

Iwan strained his neck around and trembled, as behind him was the dismembered parts of his father, lying in a neat heap, with his father’s head neatly placed on top of the pile. It wore a peaceful expression, perhaps even a hint of a smile.

Grandma picked up a dismembered foot still in its shoe and sock from the pile of body parts. She undid the laces carefully, all the while staring and smiling at Iwan. Then she removed the sock with a big flourish, “Hey presto!” she exclaimed. She dropped the bare foot into the cooking pot, which sank with a loud plopping noise. She smiled at Iwan.

“Iwan, my dear boy, one foot forward, come and join your dear father,” she said. She gave a long cackle and then raised her hand with the knife high above her head.The last thing Iwan saw was the old hags expression turn into a snarl, as she brought the knife down upon him.

The next day everyone woke with a headache. Alys was the first to notice that Iwan and his father was missing and mentioned it to Cai.

“Oh no!” he exclaimed and became very pale, and sat back onto his bed, clearly shocked.

At the ending ceremony, Heledd spoke.

“My friends, indeed I think of you now as my friends,” she smiled falsely. “Iwan and his father have had to return early due to family illness. But we wish them all the best and will definitely have them attend our next feast. A clap in their honour I think.”

Everyone clapped accordingly and very politely, except for Alys’s father, who had gone very pale.

“Father are you ok?” asked Alys quietly.

“They had no reason to return early, Iwan was hoping to be chosen as Anghenfil’s new friend. They are very poor and not feeding Iwan for a few weeks would help their situation. Besides there was just the two of them, they had no other family. No it’s as I feared, there’s much thats not right here, your mother was correct. I only hope she will forgive me,” he said.

Alys did not think her father was right, but even so had a slight sense of foreboding about things about to come.

Heledd held up her hand for silence.

“Your attention please everyone. It is now the time for Anghenfil to announce who he wants to be his best friend for the next ten weeks. Or as he likes to call them his ‘besty’.”

Everyone laughed, except for Anghenfil, who was always embarrassed when she said that.

He stood up. He was always nervous at this point, public speaking petrified him. He would keep it very short.

“Gentlefolk, I wish Alys to be my besty.”

There was a pause, as everyone expected more of a speech. When it was clear that was the length of the speech, everyone let out a sign of relief and clapped most enthusiastically. Except of course Cai. He held his face in his hand and weeped quickly.

“What’s the matter, father,” she said. “Why do you weep, I’ll be home in a few weeks.”

“Yes my dear, of course,” he replied.

They sat together listening to some more end speeches, whilst he held her hand tightly. 

Chapter 5

Early next morning, before the sun had fully risen, the children and parents were getting ready to depart. Except for poor Alys, who said a tearful farewell to Cai. He remained very upset and obviously wanted to tell her something, but Heledd kept them under a watchful eye.

His opportunity to talk to Alys came when Heledd had to quickly go inside the cottage to fetch a lotion that she had forgotten to give the visitors. When she had gone inside he nudged Alys and quickly whispered,

“The children don’t come back!”

“What do you mean father, they’re going home today,” Alys replied.

“Not those children, the child that is left in the care of Heledd, they never return to their villages after ten weeks, they disappear,” he answered.

“Father,” she said in exasperation. “I know that, Heledd says they often go onto a school or another medicine woman to expand their knowledge and become expert.”

“Thats what she wants you to think, but your mother has done some investigation, she can’t find a trace of any child having gone on to any school from here. Neither can she find any village that has taken in a new child. At least not in this County. Oh why did I dismiss her findings so readily. Something is not right. Alys you must escape as soon as you can! Escape and run far away from Gloucester Shire,” he replied in anguish.

Alys did not know what to say, she’d never seen him act like this before.

“Please!” he begged, after seeing the look of surprise and puzzlement in her face.

“Father, if you are so concerned, why don’t we go back to our hamlet now. I don’t want to upset you by staying if that is not what you want,” she said.

“We can’t,” he replied miserably. “You know if we do that our whole family gets banished.”

She remembered the rules all the village committees had drawn up, including the hamlet of Long Ford, her home. It was made very clear to them when they drew straws. She had no option but to stay. At least for now.

The cottage door swung open with an almighty creak and bang. Somehow Heledd knew what was being discussed. 

Perhaps she has the skill of lip-reading Alys thought. 

Heledd strode back out of the cottage and glared at Cai. 

“Time for you all to depart. Now!” she announced. 

A few minutes later Heledd, Anghenfil and Alys watched the parents and children walk up the path into the forest.

Then they were gone. Alys was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness and abandonment. She stood there, with her head down, fighting back the tears.

“Come Alys, I know it’s difficult, suddenly being alone with people you barely know. I think a small sweet celebratory drink is in order,” Heledd said, as she gave them a tin cup each. She poured a small amount into each cup and toasted,

“Here is to a successful ten weeks and a great future career in medicine for Alys!”

Anghenfil and Alys took a little sip.

“Heledd…”

“Yes my darling child? What is it?”

“Heledd, would you mind awfully if I didn’t stay here the full ten weeks? I’m sure, if you agree, the village committee will be ok with that and not punish my family,” Alys asked earnestly.

Heledd stared back with a blank expression and unblinking eyes.

I shouldn’t have asked, I’ve a bad feeling about this, Alys thought. 

A shiver ran down the back of her neck, but she shrugged it off. Heledd was beautiful and Anghenfil was friendly, what had she to worry about. Get a grip on yourself she thought.

“Oh I’m sure that will be fine, my dear child,” Heledd replied somewhat frostily.

Somewhat relieved, Alys asked,

“Are you not drinking ma’am?” 

“No my dear, not yet, soon, quite soon,” she replied.

Anghenfil and Alys drank their fill from the small tin cups.

“Sit down for a moment my dears,” Heledd said after they had drunk.

They both sat down on the grass, whilst Heledd started counting.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

She didn’t need to get to six. Both Anghenfil and Alys were slumped forward, fast asleep, drugged by the potion Heledd had given them.

Much later when Alys awoke she found herself in a small bedroom. It was sparsely furnished and had a small bed, small table, chair, wash-basin and a toilet in the corner. There was only one doorway in, but there had been a doorway at the rear wall, but this had been bricked in. The small window at the back was boarded in. The walls were whitewashed, but the lime was peeling off, exposing the bare stonework underneath. The only light came from a small oil lamp, that mostly seemed to cast shadows over the bed and sparse furniture. The ceiling was old and water damaged, and sections had dropped off. If she squinted hard, she could see above through the ceiling wattle to the exterior slate roof.

She had a terrible headache and a very dry mouth. Over to the one side she spotted a tin jug of water and poured some into a small glass. She drank thirstily and sat back down on the bed. She was puzzled. The last thing she remembered is standing outside in the glade, doing a toast with Heledd and Anghenfil. How did she get here? She became frightened but also angry. She remembered her fathers words about escape and strode forcefully to the bedroom door and tried the handle. It was locked and bolted from the other side. She looked around the room in panic to see if there was another exit. There wasn’t. Overcome with emotion, she collapsed onto the bed and started quietly crying.


Chapter 6

Anghenfil meanwhile had also woken up on his bed, with his usual small headache, he was getting tolerant to the sleeping potions. He had no idea why he always woke up groggy with a small headache. He never gave it any thought and in fact he was mostly happy and joyous, especially today when he would start playing with Alys, his new besty. He strode out of his bedroom and went into the kitchen, and saw Grandma at her pot stirring.

“Grandma, where’s Alys? I want to play with her now,” he asked.

“Oh, she will be outside in the glade in ten minutes, go wash and then go out,” Grandma replied.

After washing Anghenfil looked for Grandma but couldn’t find her, so went over to the front door and opened it. There in the centre of the glade was Alys, she was smiling and gesturing him over. She looked a bit different he thought. She seems slightly shorter and there’s a shimmer through her dress. Must be the angle of the morning light shining on her. It was a lovely dress, and the blue lambs wool shawl she wore with it was lovely too. Probably new, he thought, and was secretly pleased she would wear a new dress and shawl for her first day of play with him. 

He gave a little skip and ran over to her and she grabbed his hand and they ran off to play.

“Lets make a den!”  he exclaimed to her. 

Alys nodded yes.

Together they put up a den of branches and leaves. Truth be told he had done all of the work, Alys just stood there. Funny he thought, all my friends leave me to do the work. But I don’t mind, he thought. They’re the guest and I’m the host, thats how it is. 

After a day of playing in the den, playing tag, and hide and seek Anghenfil was very tired. It turns out Alys was very good at hiding and sometimes it took him ages to find her. At the end of the day Alys strangely was still fresh as a daisy, and her dress and shawl was as clean as when they started playing. Girls are so fragrant and fresh he thought. Well except Grandma. She really does smell horrible, like cow manure but not as nice. Sometimes he would even catch a hint of Grandma’s smell when playing.

He quickly struck the thought out of his head, he was being disrespectful.“Let’s go back now Alys,” Anghenfil said.

“Of course my dear,” Alys replied.

What an odd thing to say, thought Anghenfil, only Grandma calls me my dear. They walked back to the centre of the glade but Anghenfil alone walked further to the front door of the cottage.

“Come on Alys, let's go in,” he shouted back to her and waved.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Alys replied with a big smile, but stayed at the centre of the glade.

Anghenfil went in and went to find Grandma. She wasn’t there, so he went to his room to wash before dinner. After washing he went back into the kitchen and Grandma was back stirring her stew.

“Grandma, I’m back, Alys will be in shortly,” he told her.

She peered back at him and said with a leer,

“Of course she will my dear.”

Anghenfil was starving, playing with his friends always made him very hungry. Grandma told him to carry on with his food, she would feed Alys later.

“The girl has different meal needs,” she told him.

He had no idea what she meant and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Grandma, can I say goodnight to Alys?” he asked later.

“No my dear I expect she is very tired after all your play, time for bed for you now. Don’t worry, you’ll see her again tomorrow in the glade, she will be waiting,” Grandma replied.

He was reassured at this and went off to bed, happy and content. He drank his goats milk that Grandma had given him earlier and thought life is good. 

“Life is very very good,” he said dreamingly, just as he was dropping off to sleep. 

Meanwhile, Grandma stood outside his door listening, nodded to herself in agreement.

“Oh yes, life is good, very good. And very tasty,” she cackled to herself and shuffled back to the kitchen to her pot and her oven.

She opened up the oven door and brought out some freshly baked cup cakes, that smelt absolutely divine. They were orange in colour, with red icing and blue sprinkles on top. She also brought out a delicious pie, made with fresh lamb mince, buttered mash potatoes, and a crispy cheese topping. As a side there was a small bowl of French beans, covered with melted goats butter. A large drinking glass was filled with sweet sugared sparkling lemonade. All this was put onto a large tray and taken to Alys bedroom.

Grandma knocked on the door. 

“Alys my dear. Stand and face the rear wall, with your arms spread and palms touching the wall. On no account look back,” Grandma commanded.

There was no answer for a minute. Blast this tray she thought, it’s getting heavy, so placed the tray on the floor and knocked again.

The first knock had woken Alys up, but she had missed the instruction Grandma had given and was confused. Again Grandma gave the same instruction.

Alys was puzzled. What is going on here, why do I need to stand by the wall.

“Heledd, please let me out,” she pleaded.

Grandma looked through a peep hole in the door and repeated her instruction.

Alys got up from the bed and went to the wall and stood as instructed. Upon seeing Alys had done as she was told, Grandma unbolted and unlocked the door, and slid the tray in with her feet. But just as she was closing the door, Alys turned round and saw her. She was expecting to see Heledd, but instead saw a hideous hunched hag, wrinkled and ugly with a huge beaked nose, thin lips and dark beady eyes. Grandma had made a mistake not using her Heledd disguise when bringing the food. 

Alys screamed.

“Oh why do they always scream,” Grandma muttered. “I really can’t put on the red shawl all the time, just to disguise myself for any Tom, Dick or Harry. Or Alys.”

Quickly she banged the door shut and bolted and locked it. She know Anghenfil would not wake up until the morning, but all the same they really shouldn’t scream like that.

It hurts my ears, she thought.

Inside the bedroom, Alys was looking with horror at the closed door. She ran over to it, kicking over the tray of food as she went. She knocked and banged loudly on the door.

“Wait, wait, I need my medicine, I’ll die without it! Let me out! Let me out! I don’t want to be here anymore, I don’t want to play!” she shouted, and collapsed into a heap onto the floor with her back against the door, her legs covered with spilt drink and food, and her head bowed forward, quietly sobbing.

 

Chapter 7

Despite the sun shining brightly, the birds singing and the air smelling sweet, most of the villagers were very glum. They missed Alys terribly, and it was only a few hours since they had left her. It was always hard when a child was left with Heledd, somehow it just didn’t feel right. Heledd told them the child would be looked after and would go onto to help other villagers with knowledge of medicines and potions, but still. It just didn’t feel right.

Alys’s father Cai was the saddest of them all. He knew it was always a possibility Alys could be the chosen one, but now it had happened he felt really bad about it. He was overcome with a sense of dread at having to telling his wife her daughter had stayed on with Heledd and wouldn’t be coming back to Long Ford anytime soon. She said all along they couldn’t take the risk, but they had no choice. They had drawn the short straw. Slowly he walked behind all the others as he was in no hurry to get home.

Elis however felt no sadness. He was leading at the front, talking loudly and making the most of his opportunity of being a leader. Cai did not trust him. There was something secretive and creepy about him. He was mostly all smiles and friendly greetings, but underneath it all there was something very odd about him indeed. Elis’s daughter however seemed a very nice girl, quite normal and outgoing. Except in the presence of her father that is, when she then became quiet and reserved. It was more than that. She seemed to become very careful. Careful in her manner, careful in what she said to other people, and very careful in what and how she spoke to her father. 

Elis dropped back from the front, and walked beside Cai.

“Come now, Cai,” Elis said. ”Don’t be too glum. The weeks will soon pass and you’ll see your sweet Alys again.”

Cai looked at him with scorn.

“Oh I will will I, you know that for certain do you?” he responded sarcastically, looking at him straight in the face.

I don’t like you, Cai thought. I don’t like your smug little piggy face, your piggy pot belly and your stupid red braces.

“Cai, please. All will be fine, you’ll see. Now cheer up old boy! You’re starting to make us all feel a little depressed!” he pompously replied.

At this Cai got very cross and started to raise his hand in anger when he saw something that stopped him. Ceri was staring at him, shaking her head back and forth just a little.

Why is she so scared of him, Cai thought.

“Listen Cai, here’s a little root of the berry, it’ll help you keep calm,” Elis said, and went back to the front. Cai threw the root into the woods, with distain. 

Cai noticed Ceri looking at him and he gave Ceri a nod of acknowledgement. She smiled back at him.

She reminds me of Alys, Cai thought.

Soon Elis came to a fork in the path.

“Everyone, here we must split up, I and my daughter must take the path to Twig Worth, on the right, everyone else, the path to the left. After three miles you’ll come to the central crossroads, which you all of course know very well, and can easily get home to your villages from there,” he said. Elis and Ceri quickly left, with only a cursory glance goodbye.

Everyone else said their farewells and started along the path, except Cai, who had stopped.

“Carry on everyone, I’ll make my own way back. I need some time to myself,” he told them.

“Yes of course, best wishes and good fortune to you,” said Dafydd. Everyone else concurred and they all gave him a cheery, if half-hearted wave goodbye. 

Cai had actually decided to follow Elis and Ceri. He waited back at he fork in the path for a few minutes to give them both a head start and then started walking.

As Cai walked along the path, he noticed the forest got noticeably darker and more dense. There was less bird song, and the undergrowth to either side of the path was dense and impassable. Suddenly he heard people arguing.

“I didn’t tell them anything, I promise,” one of the voices said.

“Well my girl, if you did, you know what’ll happen,” the other voice replied.

Cai carefully approached closer, carefully keeping out of sight. It was Elis and Ceri.

“I wouldn’t betray you,” Ceri said pitifully.

“If you did dear, I’ll do to you what I did to your father,” Elis said. “Trust me, he did not die well…”

So Elis is not her father! Then who the heck is he, and who is she? Cai wondered.

“Furthermore Ceri, let me warn you that…” Elis began to say but stopped.

Ceri looked back at him, waiting.

“Elis? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Oh nothing child. Come on let’s get a move on,” he muttered quietly.

They started walking again, and Cai followed them, dropping back a little distance, but being very careful to keep them in his sight.

I always knew something was not quite right with Elis, he thought, now I am certain.

After several miles of following them, Elis and Ceri stopped and sat on an old oak log that was at the side of the path. Ceri pulled out some dried berry fruits and started munching on them absentmindedly. Elis meanwhile just sat there, looking straight across the path into the deep forest beyond.

“My dear, I need to take a break, can you hang on here for a little while,” he asked Ceri.

“Yes, sure, take your time,” she answered him.

Cai waited a few moments until Elis had disappeared into the woods, and then moved closer to Ceri.

“Pssst” he signalled. No reply from Ceri, she did not notice him.

“PSSSST” he signalled again. She looked up and her eyes went wide.

“What are you doing here! You must go now, before he gets back,” she said.

“I need to talk to you. Is that man not your father? Who is he then?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you anything, he would hurt me, please leave now or we’ll both be in trouble,” she pleaded.

“I can handle him, no problem, tell me why is he pretending to be your father?” he asked again.

“I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything,” Ceri blurted out, wide eyed and scared. Elis had creeped up from the forest and approached Cai from behind.

Cai started to turn around but before he could see his assailant, Elis brought down a large chunk of wood onto the back of Cai’s head. Cai fell into a crumpled pile.

Elis looked down at Cai then slowly raised his head, and stared intently at Ceri.

“If you’ve told him anything, you know what I must do, to both of you!” he said.

“Please, Elis, I said nothing!” she said.

He moved his face directly up to hers, and stared deep into her eyes, as if he was examining her brain. He squinted his eyes for a moment, and pulled back, satisfied.

“I believe you, pass me that small stick on the ground,” he commanded.

Ceri bent over and picked up a small blunt twig that was lying on the ground and passed it to him.

Elis took it and bent down to the unconscious Cai. From his pocket he took out a small hessian bag. Reaching in, he pulled out of it a small white coloured stone. He then got his other hand and gently forced Cai mouth apart. With one stubby fat finger he pushed the stone right back in Cai’s throat.

“May someone close to you suffer for your foolishness,” he chanted for several minutes.

It was sometime later before Cai awoke. His head hurt and  he was damp, dirty and cold from having lain in the path for several hours. There was something in his mouth, he reached in and with disgust pulled out a small black stone. He threw it to one side. He reached behind his head, and felt the bump where he was hit. His fingers went moist and upon examination he saw them covered in blood. His head wound was a bad one, he would need to get home quickly to get attended. No way could he carry on along the path to Elis’s village now.

He suddenly noticed something daubed onto his arm.

“Mind Business. Go Home. Surprise!” was dabbed in dried blood from his head.

He felt angry. He’d go home alright. But Elis would pay for this, he felt darned sure. Staggering upright Cai started back along the path towards the fork. After a short while he reached it and started along the path that lead to the crossroads and hence to the hamlet of Long Ford. As he walked, his head cleared and he got into his stride. Soon he was back at his hamlet and with a sense of relief he went straight to the local pond, and ducked his head into the cool refreshing water. After several minutes he felt much better, and made himself presentable.

Suddenly a group of villagers came up to him, and looked at him with sorrow in her eyes.

“Cai, one of the other returning villagers from the glade passed through on the way to their home,” she said.

“I’m so sorry Cai, so sorry,” she added.

“Thank you, I’m sure the ten weeks will go by quickly and Alys will be back amongst us quite soon,” he answered, trying to sound convinced.

“No, Cai, you don’t understand. Please sit down, we have something to tell you,” she said.

“As I mentioned, a little while back one of the other villagers mentioned about Alys being the chosen one. Word got back to your wife. I’m afraid she became very distraught indeed.”

“Distraught, is she alright? Where is she, I must go and see her,” he asked.

“I’m sorry Cai. She ran down the street in hysterics, we tried to hold her back but we couldn’t. Then she sort of stopped, there was a strong gust of wind that seemed to twirl her around, and then…Cai, she died.”

Cai stood there silently in a state of shock. When it had truly sunk in as to what he was being told, he ran quickly up the street to where his wife lay. She was on her back on the side of the street. Someone had put a blanket over her and a pillow under her head. Cai gently picked her up and slowly walked back to their home.

For the next ten days, Cai and his friends mourned the loss of his wife. Every day Cai would get up, dress in black and stay by her side. He told her she was right all along, and he begged her forgiveness. He promised to get Alys back soon. But he knew his words came too late.

Finally the day of the funeral arrived. Cai, his friends and family all stood in a circle as she was laid to rest. He stared blankly as she was gently lowered down into her grave.

I’ll get revenge on who did this, this is not a natural death, he thought.

Immediately after the funeral Cai went back to his house, and changed out of his funeral clothes. He loaded up his rucksack with food, drink and clothing and then strode purposefully up the street, towards the Dark Forest. On the way, he passed one of his friends, who greeted him, and then looked at him in surprise.

“Cai, where are you going in such haste?”

“To get my daughter back,” he answered.


Chapter 8

Alys sat on the edge of the bed, days had passed. She wasn’t sure how many, at least a week she thought. The routine was always the same. The old woman would knock on the door early in the morning, midday and late in the evening, command her to move away and to stand by the back wall. She no longer bothered asking her to keep turned around and face the wall, as Alys had now seen who was keeping her locked up.

Alys was puzzled, and did not know who the old woman was. She kept asking for Heledd, but when she did, the old woman chuckled inanely to herself. Alys thought perhaps the hag was the cook, as she kept bringing the food. Whatever else she was, the hag was a darned good cook.

Breakfast was either porridge, smothered with syrup and sultanas and a large cup of sugared coffee. Alternatively there was bacon, eggs, fried bread, fried beans, fried sausages and lots of toast. Lunch could be ham and eggs with fried potatoes, or maybe a meat pie and pickle and cheese. The evening meal was also delicious, such as steak and French fries, with fried mushrooms and onions, or maybe a large piece of chicken smothered in a stilton cheese sauce with buttered vegetable accompaniment. Plus of course the obligatory cakes or sweet pastries afterwards, and lashings of sweet fizzy drinks. Whatever else her predicament Alys did not go hungry.

After a week of this, Alys decided on a plan, she could not stay here forever. She was concerned about not being able to take her medicine, and besides, she was starting to gain weight and was starting to look a little plump. She asked the old woman several times for her medicine, but was told it was missing, perhaps one of the other children took it when they returned home. Admittedly, Alys had no ill symptoms from not taking the medicine, perhaps all this rich food she was eating compensated instead. The old woman didn’t seem too concerned about the missing medicine, in fact, she was quite dismissive about it.

Alys looked up at the ceiling and the missing plaster, that exposed the underlying wattle. She could just about see through and spot the slate tiles. She knew she could probably displace the tiles if she managed to get up there, and perhaps squeeze through onto the roof and out to freedom. But she’d better make it soon, before she got too fat with all the rich food she was being fed. So during the day, when all seemed quiet in the cottage, Alys broke off more of the plaster with a long broom handle that she had found, until she exposed a large enough area of wattle. She poked and broke apart the wattle wooden sticks, they were brittle with age and broke easily. Luckily the hole she had now made was part of the ceiling behind the door as it opened, so unless the old woman came right in, and looked upwards. she could not see the gaping hole. The debris from the hole Alys hid under the mattress. Finally, after much work, the hole was big enough for her to get through. She dragged the bedroom wash table across to sit under the ceiling hole and prepared herself to climb up.


Chapter 9

During the week, Anghenfil had a great time playing with whom he thought was Alys. On one occasion he decided to climb the giant knotted tree. This was a famous tree, known throughout the county. It was very old, twisted, with long spidery branches and a hunched over snarled look. Anghenfil used to like to climb it with all his friends, he considered it a badge of honour for himself and his bestys.

“Come on Alys,” he shouted back to her. “Follow me,” He proceeded to climb onto the lowest branch and quickly climbed up through the tree until he was three quarters up. Although he had climbed the tree many a time, he had never quite got this far, it was his lucky day, and he was very pleased. He also could not resist showing off and waving down to Alys.

“Come up scaredy cat, climb as high as me, or are you too yellow, scaredy cat, scaredy cat,” he taunted.

“I’m coming up,” Alys barked back in quite a stern tone.

Anghenfil hung close to his branch and watched Alys climb slowly up. She wasn’t very good, boys are so much better at climbing trees than girls, he thought to himself. Although he would never say that out loud to a girl, he considered himself to be a gentleman. Also, perhaps thats not true, he thought later, I’m sure there are lots of girls good at climbing trees, as good as or better than boys. Just not Alys.

Up the tree, Alys climbed, further and further, but struggled more and more the higher she got. She was almost as high as Anghenfil, and just had to manoeuvre herself a little to the left and grab that small branch that was protruding out. She held it firmly, pulled back on it to pull herself up, when it broke with an almighty snap.

She yelled loudly as she fell from the tree and landed with a loud thud onto the forest floor below. She did not move.

“Alys, Alys!” Anghenfil shouted, and quickly started to come back down the tree. He looked down and Alys was deathly still. He feared the worst and panicked.

“Please let her be ok,” he repeated to himself. “Please please please.”

Just as he was almost at the bottom he looked down at her again and froze. Alys was no longer there. Instead he saw his grandmother where previously Alys was lying few moments before. He paused his descent and looked in amazement, dumb-founded at what he saw. How on earth can Grandma be lying there, instead of Alys, he questioned to himself. Anghenfil carried on climbing down and a minute later he was down at the bottom. He jumped the last foot and hurried to where his grandmother lay. Only it was not his grandmother, it was now Alys again, and she had sat up.

“What’s the matter, Anghenfil my dear? It was a bit of a fall but I’m ok now. No bones broken,” she said.

Anghenfil was stunned and very confused. 

“OK that’s good Gran… I mean Alys,” he said and proceeded to sit quietly down by the base of the tree, staring puzzlingly up at Alys, who had recovered sufficiently to stand up.

“Come on,” she said. ”Lets make our way back to the cottage.”

Back at the cottage Alys let Anghenfil carry on walking to the door.

“I’m just going to the well to get some water and clean up, I’ve scuffed my dress,” she said. “I’ll see you later or tomorrow.”

Anghenfil nodded ok, he was much too exhausted to wonder much why he never saw Alys inside the cottage with his Grandma, previously him and his friends also played inside, and ate together. This time it was different, and he wasn’t sure why.


Chapter 10

The real Alys waited until her evening meal plates had been collected. Unusually she had eaten every last scrap of food that was given to her, as once she escaped she would not know when she would eat again. 

Gingerly she went to the door and placed her ear against it. She strained to hear anything, all was quiet except for what sounded like a ticking clock, scratchings in the roof and the sound of a spoon scraping against a metal bowl or pot. These were the usual sounds at night, except sometimes she would hear the snoring of somebody elsewhere in the cottage, she assumed it was Anghenfil, in a very deep sleep. For the first few nights she shouted to try and wake him up, but that didn’t work. Also she had to stop shouting, as the old hag would charge into the room holding a long curved ladle in her hand and threaten to beat her with it.

She climbed slowly and carefully onto the washing table and stood up straight. The table wobbled and she almost fell off but managed to get her balance. She reached up to the ceiling hole, but was too far away from it. She needed at least another two feet in height to be able to poke her head through the hole and lever herself up through it with her elbows. She looked around the room and decided to use the wooden chair in the corner, then she could use the bed to climb straight onto the chair.

She pulled the bed towards the table. There was an almighty scraping sound from its metal legs. Panicked, she run to the door and again listened out. There was the usual tick-tock of a clock and roof scratching noises, but the spoon scraping sound had stopped. Probably nothing she thought. She went back to her bed and put the blankets under the bed legs, so when she moved the bed, the legs scrapped across the blanket, not the floor. Once in position, she climbed onto the bed, and straight onto the chair. She put her arms through the hole and levered herself through and with a little push from her legs and arms she was through and into the little loft space above her room.

She breathed a large sign of relief.

Almost there, she thought to herself.

Sliding some of the roof slates apart was easy enough, the nails that held them down rusted away long ago. She got onto the roof and was relieved to see, as she suspected, she was on the ground floor. It was an easy enough step, using an old barrel that was against the wall, to step down off the short roof onto  the ground.

She paused for a moment, listening very carefully. No sound. She was clear and free! She crouched down and made her way gingerly around the outside of the cottage and headed out towards the forest path. 

She had just reached the well, when suddenly, she heard “Oh Alys, out for an evening stroll are we my dear?”

Alys turned round and there stood in front of her was Heledd.

“Oh Heledd, thank goodness, I’m so relieved its you, I’ve been held prisoner, please help me,” she pleaded and run up to Heledd grasping her tightly.

“I’m so glad to see you, I’ve had an absolute horrible time,” Alys said.

“There there my dear, everything will be alright you’ll see,” Heledd replied.

As Alys was holding onto Heledd, she smelt something similar to cow manure, but much worse. In fact Heledd emitted the same smell the old hag had.

Alys gasped, slowly undid her grasp and pulled back from Heledd. 

“It’s you, you’re the…”

“Thats right my dear, it is me,” explained Heledd, taking off her red shawl. Suddenly the old hag was there instead of Heledd. She gave Alys a large toothless smile. 

“Do you understand now my dear?” she asked and threw into her face a handful of powder she had taken from a small hessian bag. Alys gasped, struggling hard to not to breathe in the powder, but failed and shortly collapsed onto the ground.

When Alys awoke shortly after, something was very wrong. Her ankles were bound and hurt, and her head felt heavy. Suddenly she realised she was upside down. What’s more, she was upside down and hanging by a rope down into the well.

Alys started screaming and wriggling on the rope, like fish bait on a hook. She looked back up the well to the glint of its opening at the top and saw the old hag peering down at her.

“What’s the matter Alys, not feeling ‘Well’ my dear?” Grandma asked.

Then laughing and cackling away, she dropped the rope that held Alys up.

Alys plummeted with a scream into the cold dark water below and went in head first making a large plopping sound.

What a pity Grandma thought. The girl was just getting nice and plump, a few more weeks and she’s have been just right. I’ll pull her up in a couple of hours and have some of her for a bit of supper. I’ll look forward to that, she thought happily as she hobbled back to the cottage.


Chapter 11

The kitchen table was long and thin. Made of oak many years previously by village craftsmen, it had shown many years service to Grandma. It was of honest design, functional, not ornate or unnecessary in any way. The legs were stout but dented and the table surface was notched and scarred. Dark brown stains were stuck in the numerous crevices, no amount of scrubbing could get these stains out. The table had shown much servility over the years to various kitchen knives, bone saws and hatchets.

It was positioned in the centre of the kitchen, near to the cooking pot. Upon the table lay the body of Alys, still soaked in her wet clothes from the well and still with straggles of rope tied around her ankles. A trail of well water led from the front door to the table. She was deathly pale and still, her head was to one side and her blue glazed eyes stared out to eternity. The side of her throat had a large bloody wound and the blood from it dripped slowly to the floor, making a large red pool.

All was dark and silent in the kitchen. Just the low tick-tock of the clock passed the time. The kitchen fire was almost out, just a few embers giving it life. Over the fire the cast iron pot hung, looking strangely lonely without its owner stirring the contents around and around.

Suddenly there came a groan. Lying under the table was Grandma, who started to writhe in agony. She had blood around her mouth and down her front and was plainly suffering and in much pain. If she didn’t get help soon, she would die.

“Anghenfil, help me, help me,” she cried out weakly. It was early in the morning, it would be a while for Anghenfil to awake and find her. Slowly Grandma wriggled around and got onto her knees. She started to crawl from under the table towards the passageway and Anghenfil’s bedroom door. It took her a long time until she reached it and managed a weak knock.

It was now daylight outside and Anghenfil woke up, happy as usual. He gave a long stretch and groan, another day of fun and play with Alys he thought to himself.

Suddenly he heard a low knocking noise. Wondering what it was he got up and investigated. It came from the other side of his door. How very strange he thought, and reached out and quickly pulled open the door. Through the doorway, Grandma collapsed onto Anghenfil’s bedroom floor.

“Help me child, help me,” she said.

“Grandma, what’s happened? Why is there blood over you?”

“They’ve poisoned me, the villagers have poisoned me!”

“What do you mean, the villagers have poisoned you?” He asked somewhat puzzled.

She screeched loudly in pain.

“It was the late-night snack I ate. I shouldn’t eat late at night, it gives me indigestion…”

She cackled at her own joke and then grimaced in pain.

“Child, I need your help now, or I’ll die!”

“What do I do, tell me what do I need to do Grandma?” he asked.

“You must kiss my cheek, hold your lips against my cheek, now my child. Now!”

Anghenfil looked at her with some distaste. Hold my lips against her cheeks? She has always forbidden me from kissing her in any way, he thought.

Anghenfil reluctantly bent forward and pressed his lips again her wrinkled cheek. Immediately he felt the cold come through to his face, he felt all the warmth and life was getting sucked out of him and into her. He tried to break away but couldn’t. He saw her skin get redder, as if her blood was coming to the surface. He stretched out his hands to push her away, they were pale and getting paler by the second, she was sucking the very life blood out of him.

“No, no more!” he cried, and freed himself from her with an almighty push.

“Anghenfil please, please Anghenfil, please…”

She collapsed on the floor her body turning grey and flaccid.

“Grandma, what is going on, what is the matter with you?” Anghenfil asked.

“They’ve poisoned me. The villagers. They gave the children a medicine that is harmless to humans, but to my kind is lethal. As soon as I bit into Alys’s throat, the poison entered my bloodstream. Unless you give me lots of your life force immediately, I’ll die.”

“I’m sorry Grandma I can’t. I’m frightened,” he replied. He then realised what she had just said.

“What do you mean, bit into Alys’s throat?” he asked with horror.

“I need tender fresh or salted human flesh to survive, preferably children. My kind cannot eat cooked or seasoned meats of any sort,” she weakly answered.

His voice grew loud and angry.

“What about my friends, you harmed them? You harmed Alys? Where is she?”

“She’s is in the kitchen. I’m sorry my dear, but I already told you, we need fresh meat to survive. I ate all your friends,” she said.

There was a short pause as Anghenfil looked at here with terror showing in his face. He knew what she was about to say.

“And then of course, there’s you…” Grandma said.

“Me? What do you mean me?”

“The stews I fed you, the meat was mostly human. Except on a Friday. I always tried to give you fried fish on a Friday. So you’d have a change of diet.”

At this started to quietly cackle to herself. Then she gave a slight jerk, opened her eyes wide, reached out to try and touch him and died.

Oh Grandma what have you done, he thought. What terrible things you’ve done, all my friends, gone forever. I was so happy with my friends.

He cried pitifully, and rocked back and fore to comfort himself, muttering, “You told me there were no monsters, you told me there was no monsters… Am I evil and wicked just like you?”

After a while, he managed to gain some composure and stood up. Life would never be the same he thought. All my friends, I thought they’d gone on to better things, to school, to success, helping their and other villages keep healthy with Grandma’s medicines. All this time my friends were in Grandma’s pot, being made into stew. And I ate them, he thought. Their cooked flesh piled high on my plate.

He thought of Jarrow, his last besty. Of the fun and games they had. Of the jokes and stories and puzzles they played. Of all the good food Jarrow was fed. Of how Jarrow got plump. Suddenly Anghenfil was violently sick all over Grandma’s face, till all that could be seen was her large beaked nose, poking out of the pile of acrid brown vomit.

He slowly moved out of the room and into the kitchen. He saw Alys laid out onto the table and rushed over to her. He started sobbing and crying hysterically. She was his favourite and he had been destined to eat her. He could not comprehend the enormity of it all, and ran to his dark corner, curled up into a ball and sobbed.

Later that evening he went outside and walked around the glade, gathering all the pretty crocus’s and grasses he could find, until he made a small, but colourful bouquet. He went inside and took Alys’s hands and placed the bouquet in them. He gently closed her eyes. He stood there in silence for a while, gazing at her beautiful face, and then went back to his room. He fetched his hair brush and quietly sobbing, brushed her hair until it was nice and neat. Her neck wound he covered with a small handkerchief, and he straightened her dress. After looking at her for a while, he walked outside and got a shovel that was used for cleaning out the goats pen and strode to the centre of the glade.

It took many hours, but eventually he had managed to dig a hole large enough to be Alys’s grave. He was not strong enough to carry her so he got a blanket, laid it out on the kitchen floor, and as gently as he could he laid her out onto it. Then he pulled the blanket with her on it, out of the cottage and onward to the grave. Once he was at the graveside he looked at her one more time, kissed her lightly and gently lowered her in as best he could.

Gently and slowly he used the spade and covered her up with the newly dug up soil, he didn’t want to hurt her, though he knew she was past getting hurt now. He walked and got a large roof slate from the ground near the stone extension. Onto it he scratched her name and a large kiss mark and laid the slate at the head of the grave.

After a while he went back inside and put out the last embers of the kitchen fire with a pail of water. He saw the kitchen pot and got very angry, ran and grabbed it and angrily threw it down into the well. 

He sat on the well wall for a while gathering his thoughts. So Grandma was not human. Am I human? She existed on raw human meat. I eat cooked meats. Why didn’t she eat me? Perhaps I am her kind. Was she really my Grandma? Who am I, or more to the point what am I? A monster like her?

The thoughts went round and round until he could think no more and were hurting his brain. There were no answers available at present. He knew he would have to leave the cottage and find those answers.

With sudden purpose he got up, walked into the cottage and into his room. His grandmother was still lying there, covered in sick. He stood over her and shouted,

“Curse you Grandma, curse you forever!”

From the small wardrobe he fetched a small rucksack and filled it with some clothes and essentials. In the kitchen was some sugar bread and cupcakes, but he decided against taking them and instead just took some apples and berries from the larder.

At least I know where the fruit come from, he thought to himself. 

With a deep breathe, he strode out of the cottage door, through the glade and onto the forest path out.

To the villages, he thought to himself, to the villages and perhaps some answers.


Chapter 12

After Anghenfil has started his journey through the forest towards the villages, a lone set of eyes peered out of the gloom of the forest fringe and looked towards the cottage. The eyes belonged to Elis, the baker, the leader of the parents that had attended during the previous week. Elis strode out of the forest and towards the grave of Alys and looked down upon the newly packed earth. No emotion showed on his face, he nodded a quick acknowledgement to her and her fate. Turning briskly around he went up to the cottage door and listened carefully.  Hearing nothing, he slowly entered through the door and started exploring. 

He soon came across the body of Grandma and smiled broadly to himself. He pulled out a small ornate pocket knife he kept in a leather sheaf on his belt. After a few moments consideration, he nudged her body with foot. Seemingly not satisfied he gave it a harder nudge. Still not satisfied he gave the body of Grandma an almighty kick. He took his knife and cut off some of the hair, and put it away into a small hessian bag. He then got out of his pocket a small glass jar filled with formaldehyde and cut off Grandmas left ear with a jagged sawing motion. He fetched a pestle and mortar from the shelf and ground up the ear into a bloody mess. He then placed it into the jar and gave it a quick stir. After screwing down the lid firmly, he quickly turned, and hurried towards the cottage door and out to the glade. With one last look behind him at the cottage, he followed the path that Anghenfil took, into the forest and towards the villages.

By this time it was dusk and Anghenfil was making rapid progress along the forest trail. The air was still, not a hint of a breeze flowed through the forest trees. It would rain soon, Anghenfil thought, I can feel it in my bones. Ten minutes behind him, Elis thought the very same thing.

Both were right. Suddenly a thunder clap sounded through the sky and seconds later a wall of rain cascaded down from the sky. Neither Elis nor Anghenfil had seen such heavy rain before, it was a sheer blanket of water. A portent of things to come, Anghenfil thought morbidly. He took shelter under a large leafy branch to one side of the path and waited for the rain to subside.

Meanwhile Elis decided to keep on walking, and speeded up his pace. After a few minutes he came to where Anghenfil was sheltering under the tree branch. He did not see Anghenfil, but Anghenfil saw him, and shouted out to him,

“Elis, stop, it's me!”

Elis had no idea who ‘me’ was, as he had never heard Anghenfil speak. He mouth dropped down when he saw who it actually was.

“My boy!” he exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you, what are you doing out here in the woods?”

“Something terrible has happened,” Anghenfil blurted out. “My Grandma is dead.”

Elis didn’t want to give the impression he already knew about Grandma so feigned surprise.

“No, my dear boy, what’s happened?” he asked.

“She’s done terrible things, wicked evil things, I need to see the village elders and explain what has happened,” Anghenfil replied.

“Also,” he added sadly, “Alys my new best friend is dead, killed by Grandma.”

Again Elis had to feign surprise. “No, really? You cannot be serious.”

“Yes, it's all true,” replied Anghenfil, and suddenly could contain himself no longer and burst out into tears.

“My boy, my boy,” Elis pompously said, “everything will be alright, let's walk together to my village, it is the closest. We’ll tell the village elders. Have you been to Twig Worth before?” he asked.

“No, never,” Anghenfil replied.

“Thats right, Grandma never let you wonder far from the fringe of the glade, did she,” Elis replied.

“Only with her, and never for long,” Anghenfil said.

“Well, its a lovely little village, its quite small, but very quaint and pretty. Delightful in fact. We have all the latest equipment, a well where we can use a large handle to pump up water to a tap instead of a buckets. Our latrines flow direct into the river through pipes instead of down the edges of the roads, and what’s more, we have a wonderful village square where everyone can get together and chat away the day,” he said proudly.

Anghenfil nodded an acknowledgement. He wasn’t really interested in what Elis was saying, but nevertheless listened politely. In turn, Elis wasn’t really interested in polite chit-chat but wanted to keep Anghenfil preoccupied until they came to the village. 

After about an hour and a half, Elis said “Well we’re almost here, just around this corner and up and over the small hill, and we’ll be there!”

True to his word, they climbed the hill and before them lay the village spread before them. Anghenfil was rather surprised. What he saw was totally unexpected. He was expecting brightly coloured houses, a central square with some kind of monument as the village focus,  children playing in the street, women going about their chores putting washing up on the line, men chopping wood or washing the windows, horse and carts laden with produce trotting through he streets, jolly street traders perhaps, people huddled in corners chatting and wishing each other good day kind sir. Perhaps even pretty ladies selling spring flowers from their street stalls, who would look at him and give him a cheeky wink. 

But no, Anghenfil did not see any of that.

The village of Twig Worth instead consisted of one main street, with some side streets branching off. At the end of the village was an overgrown green. The houses were tall and crooked, their upper stories almost touching their opposites. They were grey and black, had rotting timber beams and flaking plaster.  There may have been no effluent flowing down the street, but the whole village smelt of badly blocked drains. There were several dirty children in the centre of the main street, kicking about a pigs bladder, and shouting and screaming at each other in play. Their clothes were torn and some did not even have shoes. There was a butchers shop that was open for business, but in the front window hung a row of dead rats, instead of succulent cuts of fresh beef or pork. The fishmongers was closed and long ago abandoned, its front door banging open and close in the slight breeze. The bakers shop was open for business, but there were no whole loaves for sale, just some individual bread slices, with a sign in front saying “Rationed! 1 slice per family member only!"

Apart from the children playing, there was no other people out and about. The whole place had a desolate and run down feel to it. Anghenfil, who was walking a few paces ahead of Elis what shocked at what he saw. He turned round to ask Elis what was going on, but Elis had disappeared. Perhaps I’ve come to the wrong village, he thought, perhaps this is a strange village out of the county and not a village of the shire. But it must be Twig Worth, Elis himself had brought him here and told him all about it.

He quickly turned around and was about to retrace his steps back to the path. Perhaps if he returned the way he had come for a few miles, he could find his way to the correct village.

He suddenly noticed that there was no noise coming from the group of children. The children had stopped playing and were staring at him. A small child, the youngest of the group, suddenly ran up to him and threw a great handful of mud at him, hitting him squarely on the chest. At this, the other children started laughing. Anghenfil was aghast, he’d never ever met anyone who wasn’t friendly. Apart from Grandma of course, who at times could be very unfriendly towards him indeed. But also very loving. The largest child of the group suddenly ran off down one of the side streets. The other children paused and then ran off laughing as they followed.

Anghenfil started to panic. He wanted to leave as soon as possible so he took a deep breathe, tightened his rucksack and quickly started walking out of the village back to the forest path. But he had only gone a few steps when his way was blocked. In front of him were some elders, dressed in dirty, torn clothes, with unwashed faces. Behind the group of elders stood the same children who had thrown mud at him. They were quietly chanting something to themselves. Suddenly, from behind the elders, Elis his travelling companion approached. Anghenfil was about to greet him, when Anghenfil noticed the expression on his face. It was not the friendly Elis that Anghenfil knew such a short time earlier. Elis had a look on his face of pure unadulterated hatred. He held out his arm and pointed a long finger at Anghenfil.

“There he is! I told you I’d captured him. There is Anghenfil, the monster!” Elis shrieked.

“Monster! Monster! Monster!” the children chanted loudly behind him.

“Cut him up and put him in a pot! Cut him up and put him in a pot!” some of them gleefully added.

One of the elders, a tall man, with grey hair and with an air of authority about him, glared at Anghenfil.

“Is your grandmother called Heledd?” he asked.

Anghenfil nodded yes.

“And do you live with her in the cottage in the woods?”

“I did, yes,” Anghenfil replied unsure where this line of questioning was going.

“And is your name Anghenfil?”

“Yes it is sir, may I ask what -” Anghenfil started to ask but was interrupted

“And do you plead guilty or not guilty?”

Anghenfil was stumped. Guilty or not guilty? To what?

“What sir, do I have to plead guilty or not guilty to?” Anghenfil asked back.

“Why, you stupid boy, to being a monster like your grandmother,” replied the elder.

Taken aback, Anghenfil remained silent, desperately he tried to think of a response. He couldn’t and waited awkwardly, while the elders conversed together in a huddle. Elis stood to one side, smirking at him and slowly nodded his head up and down in smug satisfaction.

Suddenly the elders sprang up from their huddle and one of the other elders from the group, a small woman, with a sour face and lipstick that missed her lips and was half way up her cheeks, exclaimed “Guilty! Put him to death!”

The children rushed over to him holding bits of rope, and bound his hands behind his back. Another rope was placed over his neck and he was tugged so harshly forward, that he feel to his knees.

“Anghenfil,” the grey haired elder announced. “After due and very carefully considered diligence, you have been found guilty of being a monster. You will tomorrow be taken out to the forest and hung from a tree. Then when you are dead your body will be burnt and the ashes scattered to the four winds. Never again will we allow monsters to destroy and decimate our village, through false potions, poisons and outright deceit as you and your grandmother has done over the years. Goodbye for now Anghenfil, until tomorrow at dawn and your final goodbye. I suggest you spend what remaining time you have left repenting your evil ways.”

The children then pulled Anghenfil over to a horse hitch, and tied him to it thoroughly. After they had gone, the sour faced woman pulled up a rocking chair, some wool and some knitting needles. She started rocking back and forth, staring at him, knitting fast.

Anghenfil was in a state of shock. He knew Grandma was evil, and that she had done terrible things to the villagers. But this didn’t seem just. He was just an ordinary boy. 

“Please let me go, I haven’t done anything wrong,” Anghenfil pleaded. The woman ignored him.

“Please, let me go!” he asked again.

“Sorry, can’t do,” she replied. “Besides, I’m knitting your hanging hood, wouldn’t want to waste it.”


Chapter 13

The sun was starting to rise from the east. A few beams of light was starting to shine through the trees, casting a myriad of freckles and spots onto the ground. The air was moist, full of the previous days rain. It was unseasonably warm for a summer morning, the rising sun caused a grey mist to hang low over the village streets.

To one side of the main street Anghenfil was still tied up to the horses hitch, his head bowed down onto his chest, not asleep but not fully awake either. The sour faced woman was leaning back into her rocking chair, her mouth wide open, fast asleep. She snored like a pig.

Peering from behind the bakers shop door stood Ceri, the daughter of Elis. She was looking intently at Anghenfil and the woman in the rocking chair. About an hour passed, and Ceri was satisfied the woman was asleep. She took from the store cupboard a small lump of bakers lard and held it in her hand. Quickly she ran over the street to where Anghenfil was tied up and gave him a short nudge.

Anghenfil looked up with a start and looked blankly at Ceri.

“I know you,” he started to say.

Ceri gave him a very stern look, and nodded her head back and forth, with her finger over her mouth. Anghenfil nodded back that he understood to keep quiet. Ceri bent over and undid the laces on Anghenfil’s left shoe and took the shoe and sock off. The sock she put into her pocket. She then covered his ankle with a thin layer of bakers lard, and placed the shoe back on, but made sure the laces were not done up tightly.

Anghenfil was puzzled at her actions but was paying attention intently. Then Ceri did the exact same with his right foot.

“Whatever happens, you must keep you toes clenched so your shoes don’t fall off. You’ll know when the time is right to unclench and remove the shoes,” she whispered in his ear. Then she said, 

“Open your mouth,” and put into it a small pill.

“Put this to one side of your mouth. Do not swallow it until they start to hang you. That is most important!” she commanded and then scurried off quickly.

Time passed... 

...continues