island.â
âOh, yes.â
âSo we go home now and I gotta explain to Mum.â
Suddenly weâre on a different planet.
âYeah. My dadâll be worried stupid. Steve...â
âUh-uh.â
âPromise me one thing.â
ââUh-uh.â
âDonât tell Mark.â
âWhat about?â
âYou know, Aidan. Donât ever tease me about him, please.â
âBetter make up a cover story,â I suggest.
âHow you saved me from Gawawl,â she laughs.
âHow you sacrificed the bull.â
âBetter get home.â She stands up and dusts herself down. âYour mum was dead worried the other day.â
âAnd your dad.â
We trudge across the bridge. Below us the tide is racing in again, with flurries of foam on the crests of little wavelets.
Can evil spirits cross running water by a bridge?
I wonder.
Fiona reads my thoughts: âNot in Tam oâ Shanter.â
Weâre on the other side now anyway, but weâre in today time; so it doesnât matter. At least I think so.
Fiona has other ideas.
âLook,â she says, âthereâs something weâve got to talk about.â
âWhat?â
She twirls her ponytail.
âMember what I told you about Gawawl being immortal? You remember, in Downeyâs barn, when I gave you the dirk.â
âYou mean heâs in today time too?â
âThatâs right.â
Iâve had time to think about this since she mentioned it before.
âWhyâs nobody ever seen
him then?â
âSometimes they have. Remember what MacPheeâs book says. A hundred years ago people mustâve seen him often.â
âBut not now?â
âMaybe even now. I donât know. Thereâs a lot of local folk, like Mrs. Naysmith, wonât walk past Cnoc an Oir after dark. But I do know this: Gawawl keeps the cauldron hidden in there. So long as heâs got it â and nobody disturbs him â he sleeps under the hill, at least most of the time.â
âSo?â
âYou musnât tell anybody itâs there.â
âTheyâd not believe us anyway.â
âSteve, do you know what archaeology is?â
I know the word.
â
Yes
.
When we did that project on the Trojan War an archaeologist found the ruins of Troy; so they knew it was true.â
âCorrect,â she says. âArchaeologists dig into tombs and ruins and look for ancient things. What if they thought a golden cauldron from the Bronze Age might be under your dead dinosaur?â
âTheyâd dig it up.â
âRight first time. And Gawawl, heâd waken up and come out to get it back, wouldnât he? Do you want him to waken up in today time?â
I decide the last thing I want is Gawawl on the loose in today time, so Iâm not going to tell anybody about the cauldron. But what AM I gonna say to Mum ⦠and Mark? Fiona says it doesnât really matter, so long as we donât breathe a word about the cauldron.
Weâre coming up to our house now and we agree weâll go in. Then my mum can phone Fionaâs dad and let him know sheâs OK. Itâs early. Thereâll be nobody up yet.
At the garden gate we both stop.
âRemember,â she whispers, âno cauldron.â
I hear myself saying, âAidan was a king.â
She
squeezes my elbow.
âBy the way,â she says in a different voice, âI think your dadâll be here.â
Dad! Thatâll be great. We can go karting at Ledaig tomorrow â after Iâve had a good sleep.
Mumâs at the window. Sheâs not dressed, but she looks like sheâs been up all night.
She opens the door and rushes out to meet us.
On the ridge of the roof croaks ⦠a raven.
Katherine Alice Applegate