Read Julius and the Soulcatcher Online
Authors: Tim Hehir
He was struggling to carry a shoulder bag, a folding stool, a book and specimen jars. He was further weighed down by clothes better suited to an English winter than a jungle.
âThat's the cove wot I nicked the diary from,' said Emily.
âThat's Charles Darwin?' said Julius. âAre you sure?'
âCourse I am. I'd swear it on a Bible.'
Julius and Emily watched Darwin run to the jetty. He dropped the folding stool and the jars but kept running. He shouted something to the man who was struggling to hold the child.
âI can't understand wot they're saying,' said Emily. âBut they look as English as rickets and rain.'
âNeither can I,' said Julius. âI'm not sure why?'
The clergyman arrived at the jetty first. The man holding the boy pointed a heavy stick to keep him back. Darwin threw his bag and diary down and strode up to the man. He pushed the stick aside and took the man by his lapels, shaking him and shouting into his face. The man swung his arm to strike and the two men spun around in an ungainly waltz.
The child pulled his arm away and sprinted back along the jetty and disappeared into the forest.
âWell done, nippa,' said Emily.
The man pushed Darwin away. They glared at each other for a moment, then both leaned on the jetty rail to catch their breath. The clergyman stood some distance away, watching.
Darwin pushed himself off the rail. He picked up his hat and sat down. The tips of his boots touched the water, making ripples on the surface. He said something in a conciliatory tone. But the other man was not to be mollified. He paced up and down, shouting and gesticulating. Darwin ignored him.
Eventually the man climbed into a canoe tied to the end of the jetty. He called out angrily to Darwin, and then sat with his arms folded, like a brat at a birthday party.
Darwin untied his neckerchief and stooped at the riverbank to swirl it through the water. He mopped his brow with it and he tied it around his neck. Then he wearily gathered his scattered belongs, exchanged a bow with the clergyman and walked to the end of the jetty. He untied the canoe from its mooring and climbed in.
Julius and Emily watched the two men paddle across the river to the far shore.
âIt ain't right,' said Emily. âEverywhere you go there's some cove wot wants to kidnap some poor little bleeder.'
Julius tried to remember the other man's name from Darwin's diary. Was it Smith or Simmons? Or Skinner?
Yes, it was Skinner, Higgins.
âDarwin wrote in his diary that he and Skinner, who must be that man, were being watched by many eyes,' said Julius. âIt could have been the village children.'
âWhat did Skinner want wiv the nippa, then?' said Emily.
âI'm not sure.'
The clergyman stood at the jetty watching Darwin
and his companion unpack their canoe on the far shore and potter around their campsite. Their gestures and bearing made it clear that Darwin and Skinner were not speaking to one another.
âSo Darwin's the one we 'ave to 'elp,' said Emily.
CHAPTER 11
Friday June 29th 1832
8:34 PM
Julius and Emily stood on the riverbank some distance from the village. Darkness was descending and the forest sounds were gradually changingâdistant whoops and squawks were being replaced by chattering insects and the occasional low growl.
Above them, stars appeared in the navy-blue sky.
âSeeing as 'ow you're in charge, gov,' said Emily. â'ave you arranged lodgings for the night? Cos I ain't sleeping out 'ere where no wild fing can eat me.'
âI think we should introduce ourselves to the clergyman,' said Julius. âWe can ask if we sleep in his hut.'
âAnd 'ave you ordered supper, cos I ain't 'arf starving.'
Julius stomach growled. âWe'll find something,' he said.
The light quickly faded as they made their way along the riverbank back to the village. It was almost dark when they got there. Across the river an orange glow showed where Darwin and Skinner had their camp.
A faint light shone from one of the huts built over the water.
âThat's the clergyman's,' whispered Julius. âIt's the only one without any soulcatchers growing out of it.'
A stifled yell rang out.
Julius ducked.
âOver there,' said Emily. She pointed to a hut where soulcatchers were bursting through the roof.
She made to go towards it but Julius held her back. Emily twisted out of his grip and faced him.
âLook, 'iggins,' she hissed. âIf we ain't gonna 'elp no one then wot's the point of us being 'ere. You said yourself, the pocketwatch took us 'ere cos there was somefing we 'ad to do.'
âAnd if we get ourselves maimed or killed we won't be much good to anyone,' Julius said back.
âYou fink I don't know that,' hissed Emily. âI've survived all my bleeding life on the streets. You don't do that by being stupid.'
âI know. I'm sorry. It's just, we have to be careful.'
âFollow me, 'iggins and watch me being careful,' said Emily. âYou can take notes if you like.'
Julius sighed and followed her up the ladder. At the top Emily peeped round the open doorway.
âI can't see naffing,' she whispered.
âHere,' said Julius. He spun the pocketwatch and tapped it. Blue light shone out. Emily's eyes opened wide in horror and pity.
âWhat is it?' he whispered.
Emily just stared.
Julius looked through the doorway. He recoiled, almost falling over the rail around the hut's veranda. Orchids were spread everywhere like ivyâalong the floor, up the walls, across the ceiling. In the far corner was a human face almost hidden by the flowers. It was caught in a scream, the skin like dried leather. Stems grew from its gaping mouth, nostrils and eye sockets and spread across the room.
âIt's a soulcatcher,' said Julius. âLike the painting in Mr Darwin's diary. So it
was
real.'
But it was not the screaming face or the orchids issuing from it that held Julius and Emily's horrified attention. It was the little girl asleep in the entwining flowers. She wore a ragged dress made from a man's shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was made to fit her with safety pins at the waist and shoulders.
Julius stepped through the doorway. The carpet of soulcatchers rippled like a field of wheat in a breeze.
It felt like a warning. Julius stepped back, bumping into Emily.
âIt's got the nippa,' whispered Emily. âIt's killing 'er.'
Julius held out an arm to stop her.
Emily glared at him. âLet go ofâ'
âWait,' said Julius. âUse your eyes. It's not killing her.'
Emily looked closer at the sleeping child. The tendrils were stroking her skin as if soothing her.
âIt's the child's mother,' whispered Julius. âShe sitting on her lap. See? You can make out the woman's body beneath the orchids. See her foot there, and her hand.'
âBut her ma's dead,' said Emily.
âI know. She's been mummified,' said Julius. âIt looks like the soulcatchers are growing out of her, feeding off her and sucking her dry.'
The child twitched and raised her arm as if fending something off. The flowers rippled and leaned closer to her.
âShe's 'aving a nightmare,' said Emily.
One of the flowers stroked her cheek and the curve of her jaw with its petal. The girl shook her head and mumbled something. Suddenly, her eyes opened. She sat up in a flash and stared at the intruders in the blue light.
Julius stretched out a hand to reassure her, but
before he could say anything the girl leapt up and shot out the window.
âShe weren't too pleased to see us,' said Emily.
Julius stared at the leather-skinned face, stuck in a scream. It was just like the face in Darwin's diary.
âIs there one of these in every hut, I wonder?' he said. âAre they all food for the orchids?'
âAnd the nippa?' said Emily. âWhy is she all right?'
âI don't know. The soulcatcher knew the child. It seemed to care for her.'
âLike it was still 'er ma,' said Emily.
âWhat if the consciousness of the mother flowed into the orchids as they sucked her dry?' said Julius. âWhat if her mind is
in
the orchids now?'
âSo she ain't really dead?' said Emily.
âI don't know,' said Julius. âHer body certainly is. Perhaps it's something different than deathâsomething we haven't seen before.'
âLike wot?'
âI don't know,' said Julius. âTock said he wanted to catch everyone's soul.'
âYou fink 'e meant this?' said Emily.
Julius stared at the carpet of orchids. âI hope not,' he said.
He tapped the pocketwatch and put it away.
Julius and Emily stood in the middle of the village. Above them millions of stars flickered, and in the forest millions of insects chirruped. Across the river Darwin's campfire was only a faint glow. The only other light came from the clergyman's hut.
Julius went up the ladder. Through the door he saw the clergyman lying asleep on a bed made from poles tied with twine. On a table was some kind of native lamp. Its flame lit the interior dimly, showing bare rush walls and rush mats on the floor. Some books and pieces of yellow fruit as large as penny loaves sat on a shelf in the corner. On the wall above the bed hung a cross made from two pieces of wood tied up with the same twine that held the bed together.
âHe's asleep,' whispered Julius.
Emily stood over the clergyman and leaned down to study him more closely. The petals on each side of his face quivered as he breathed.
âSleeping like a baby,' she whispered.
Slowly, so as not me make any sound, she picked up the two pieces of fruit. She sniffed one then carefully bit into it and chewed it cautiously. Then she took a larger bite and handed the other one to Julius.
âNot bad,' she whispered.
Julius was too hungry to object to eating stolen food. When he bit into his the juice ran down his chin. He tried to suck it up so he didn't lose a drop.
The flame on the lamp flickered and diminished.
Emily gently nudged the lamp but it did no good. âIt's going to go out,' she whispered.
âWe can sleep over there by the wall,' whispered Julius.
Emily nodded. They sat together on the floor and watched the clergyman's belly rise and fall. Julius felt Emily's shoulder rest against his.
Gradually the lamp flame grew smaller and went out. Outside the insects chirruped, and inside the clergyman began to snore.
âI 'ope 'e don't do that all bleeding night,' whispered Emily.
Julius smiled to himself. He lifted his arm and to his surprise Emily shifted to allow him to put it around her. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed.
âYou all right, Emily?' he whispered.
âAce,' said Emily. âYou?'
âI'm all right.'
Julius woke with a start.