temples.
âI havenât been very lucky with friends,â she said. âThere was your brotherââ
âYou knew him?â
âOh, yes! He came to Castlemoor once to talk with Edward. I listened to them, and when your brother noticed me, he asked me to join them. Edward didnât like that much, but I sat on the sofa, and your brother talked to me and treated me likeâlike a person, not a child.â
âDonald liked people,â I said. âHe knew how to make them feel important.â
â I wasnât important,â Nicola continued, âbut he always had time for me. I used to slip out of the castle and visit him at the ruins. He told me all about the history of the rocks, andâand when I told him about my nightmares, he didnât laugh.â
âNightmares?â
She seemed to stiffen, grow wary. âIâI imagine things. At night I hear noises, and once I sawââ She hesitated, her brow creased. âI saw a ghostâI thought I saw a ghost, all in white, slipping down the hall.â She looked up at me, studying my reaction. âI donât believe in ghosts,â she added quickly. âI donât want you to think that! Iâjust imagine things sometimes. Dorothea says I read too many novels, and Burton is very stern and says I have to get hold of myself.â She paused, frowning. âI donât tell them about my nightmares anymore.â
âYou still have them?â
âSometimes,â the girl said, bowing her head as though ashamed. âBut I try not to.â She was uneasy, glancing around as though someone might be eavesdropping on us. âTheyâre so real ,â she whispered.
She jumped off the rock and darted over to the oak tree. Both the dogs followed her. Nicola seemed to forget I was present. She snapped her fingers at the dogs. They leaped in the air about her. She clapped her hands at them, and they ran merrily. She laughed, a lovely, tinkling laugh like wind blowing through the crystal prisms of a Japanese wind chime. There was something desperate about this childish conduct, as though it were her defense against something darker, something that threatened her.
She finally came to rest beside me, out of breath, her cheeks flushed a vivid pink. What a strange girl, I thought. She was like an instrument upon which emotions playedâsadness, gaiety, affection, fear. One never knew which chord would be plucked next. She caught her breath and smiled and looked at me with lustrous black eyes that seemed to beg me to like her. I was strangely moved, and bewildered, too.
âIâI donât like to talk about sad things,â she said simply, âbut I was desolate when they told me about your brotherâs accident. It was just after theyâd sent Jamie away, and I had no one. I stayed in my room alone and cried and cried.â
âWho was Jamie?â I asked, hoping to change the subject. I didnât want to discuss my brotherâs death.
âHe was a boy,â Nicola said. âHe worked in the stables. He taught me to ride when I was a little girl, and when I grew up heâhe would talk to me. The doctor said I needed lots of exercise, so Dorothea let me go out riding. Jamie would go with me, my escort. I loved those days. Weâd ride over the moors and laugh, and it was like Castle-moor didnât exist. He was my only friend at the castle.â Her eyes grew cloudy, and she seemed to be remembering something very lovely. âHe was tall and strong, with blond hair like dark honey, and the kindest brown eyes Iâve ever seen. Dorothea thought I was spending too much time with himâIâd slip out to the stables to talk to him. She didnât like that. Burton sent him away.â She looked up at me, suddenly intense. âHeâd worked at the castle for seven years, and they sent him away! Jamie hadnât done anything. He was just a
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