Free The Sin Eater by Sarah Rayne

valuable than books might end in being destroyed,’ said Colm. ‘Me.’
    â€˜True, O King.’
    â€˜And
don’t
quote the Old Testament at me!’
    â€˜Sorry. Will we drag some of those tapestries down while we’re about it?’
    They did so, and surveyed the heap of books and tapestries critically.
    â€˜I think that’s as good as we’ll get,’ said Colm.
    â€˜And everything’s as dry as kindling; it’ll go up like the deepest cavern of hell.’
    â€˜I hope so. This room’s directly over the underground room so everything down there should burn.’ He looked frightened, then said, ‘But in the long run, we’re all going to burn,’ and tipped the oil from the lamps over the bonfire. ‘Get ready to run as if the devil’s chasing you,’ he said, and Declan struck the tinder.
    As the glowing tinder fell on to the bonfire and flames burst upwards, Colm cried, ‘Run!’
    â€˜And slam the doors as we go,’ gasped Declan, tumbling across the hall to the door. ‘It’ll keep the fire contained for a while and we need that underground room to
burn.
’
    They got outside and skidded breathlessly down the first few yards of the path, expecting every minute to hear cries and to see people running up the cliff path, ready to douse the fire. But no one appeared and a quarter of the way down they stopped to look back.
    â€˜Nothing’s happening,’ said Colm, staring up at the black monolith of the tower.
    â€˜Yes – look, there’s smoke coming through the bricks on the left.’
    â€˜Only a few wisps, though. Will we go back to make sure it’s burning up?’
    â€˜They’ll be annoyed at home if we’re late,’ said Declan doubtfully.
    â€˜They’ll be more than annoyed if I’m hanged for Sheehan’s murder. I’ll go on my own if you want.’
    â€˜No, I’ll come too.’
    They went back up the path, skirting the tower’s front and making a cautious way around the cliff face. There was not exactly a way across the open face of this part of the Moher Cliffs, but there was a series of crevices and jutting rock spurs that made it possible to swarm partly across. Colm and Declan had clambered over these cliffs almost since they could walk, and they knew the way as well as they knew their own gardens. Even so, negotiating them was hazardous and they did not speak until they were close to the base of the watchtower.
    â€˜It
is
burning,’ said Colm, on a note of relief. ‘See over there. There’re flames coming out from between the stones.’
    â€˜And you can smell the smoke,’ said Declan. ‘It’s funny that you don’t see the barred window of that underground room from here, isn’t it? All the times we’ve been out here, and we’ve never once seen it.’
    â€˜It’ll be beyond that spur of rock,’ said Colm. ‘See there, where it overhangs? We’ve never tried to get round there.’
    â€˜We don’t need to get round it now, do we?’ The spur of rock was large and it thrust menacingly out of the rocks.
    â€˜No, because the fire’s burning up properly now; you can see the glow . . .’ Colm broke off and turned to stare at Declan. The dull crimson glow mingled with the light of the approaching storm, casting a shadow over his face. ‘Did you hear that?’
    â€˜It was the sea,’ said Declan after a moment.
    â€˜It sounded like somebody shouting,’ said Colm.
    â€˜Someone who saw the fire? Raising the alarm?’
    â€˜I think it came from inside the tower,’ said Colm.
    They looked upwards, fear clutching them. The watchtower reared up into the bruised sky, the black stones already tinged with angry red.
    â€˜Was it Sheehan?’ said Declan. ‘Oh God, could he still be alive in there?’
    â€˜We thought he was dead,’ said Colm, but he too