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So he simply picked up the bag and walked off with it.

He'd never stolen anything before. Even while his fingers were closing around the handles, he was telling himself that he wouldn't really do it. But his arm kept moving, and the boy didn't turn around, and suddenlyâthere Tom was, on the other side of the square, with the bag in his hand.

He slipped between two shops, into the parking lot, and then ran, as fast as he could, heading out of town toward the park and Robert's house. There was one shout from behind him, and thenânothing. When he glanced over his shoulder, there was no one racing after him.

He slowed to a walk and started imagining what it would be like to wave the braid in Robert's face. He wanted a really good punch line. Something smart and snappy that would really maximize the shockâwithout sounding as though he cared too much. He imagined himself lounging casually against the side of the doorway, saying something short and witty.

He hadn't counted on being angry.

When Robert opened the door, all the cool, clever things Tom had meant to say went right out of his head. He just pushed the sports bag forward and shook it furiously.

“Look,” he said roughly. “Look!”

For a second, Robert didn't understand what Tom wanted him to see. Then Tom thrust the bag at him, zipper uppermost, so that the toggle was right under his nose.

“Look!”

Robert froze and all the color drained out of his face. He reached out a hand toward the braid and stopped before he touched it, as if he thought it would burn him.

“Where did you get that?” he whispered.

“Don't you know?” Tom flipped the braid with his finger. “I thought you were the expert. Why don't you tell me where it comes from?” He pushed the bag at Robert again, harder this time, trying to knock him off balance.

But he wasn't strong enough. Robert caught him by the arms, pulling him forward.
“Where did you get that braid?”

For a moment Tom couldn't speak. It was like a horrible joke. He'd spent years nagging Robert to be more aggressive
(Stand up for what you want. Assert yourself. Don't take “no” for an answer
), and now all that had backfired on him.

“Tell me!” Robert shook him again, impatiently. “Where did you find it?”

“Why?” Tom struggled to get the words out. “What's the big deal?”

For a moment he thought he was going to get hit again. Robert caught hold of the braid and flapped it in his face.

“Can't you see how the hair's braided into it? That's what Lorn does.
She must have made it!”

“Lorn?”
Tom couldn't make sense of the words. “What are you talking about? I thought Lorn was some kind of midget fairy. How could she make anything as big as that?”

Robert closed his eyes and spoke very slowly. “Why don't you
listenâinstead
of trying to be clever? It hasn't got anything to do with fairies. Lorn's a real personâlike you and me. And when I was in the cavern, I was still here, wasn't I? Even if I was like a zombie.”

Tom stared.
I don't
w
ant to hear this. It's crazy
.

But Robert's voice went on relentlessly. “That's Lorn's pattern, Tosh. And I've got to find her. If I can't get her out of the cavern before the winter comes, she'll die of cold. So are you going to tell me where you got it fromâor do I have to beat it out of you?”

Tom dropped the bag and put his hands in the air. “Calm down. Of course I'll tell you. For what it's worth. I swiped it from a boy in town.”

“You
stole
it?”

“Only so I could show you the braid,” Tom said defen sively. “And he was a stupid kid. Too busy guzzling sweets to notice what was going on.”

“You didn't have to
take
it. You should have asked him where he got it from.”

“Why would I care?” Tom was beginning to feel annoyed now. “It's just a few bits of wool twisted together, Robbo. It doesn't mean a thing to me.”

They were still standing at the front door, Robert inside the house and Tom outside. Suddenly, Robert stepped over the threshold and pulled the door shut behind him. He bent down and picked up the sports bag.

“Come on,” he said. “We'll go back, and if the boy's still there, we can ask him about it.”

“Yeah, right,” Tom said sarcastically. “
Hi there! I'm t
he one
who stole your bag. And now I'd like you to answer a few questions.
That's really going to work, isn't it?”

He turned to go, but Robert's free hand shot out and closed around his arm.

“I'm not messing around, Tosh,” he said. Dangerously. “I've got to find Lorn. So either you come and point out the boyâif he's still thereâor else I go by myself. And if there's any fuss about the bag getting stolen, I'll tell the police where to find you.”

“You wouldn't do that,” Tom said, trying to pull his arm free. “Not to me.”

“Oh no?” Robert raised his eyebrows. “We're past all that, Tosh. You changed the rules when you threatened to dig up the cavern.”

“But I didn't actually meanâ”

Robert's face didn't change. Tom had never seen that calm, determined expression before. He didn't fancy his chances if he tried to run off.

“You really want to find this girl,” he said. “Don't you?”

“I
have
to find her,” Robert said. “Before it's too late. It's very, very importantâand I'll do whatever it takes.”

“OK,” Tom said slowly. “We'll go back and look. As long as I don't have to talk to him.”

“That'll do.” Robert began walking across the garden, pulling Tom along with him. “All you need to do is show me the right person.”

“He's probably gone by now.”

“Then we'll go back next Saturday,” Robert said steadily. “And the one after that and the one after that, until we find him.”

Tom tugged at his arm again. “You don't have to keep hold of me. I said I'd come.”

Robert gave him a sharp look and then let go. “OK,” he said. “But it's the same deal.”

Tom marched along without saying anything else. He just wanted to get it over with. All they had to do was go to the square and take a quick look around. He was pretty sure the boy would have cleared off by now.

But he hadn't.

He was standing over on the other side of the square, with his back to them, talking to a big man with a gray, heavy face. And he was making excuses. Tom could tell he was, even without hearing his voice. He kept shifting from foot to foot, leaning forward to speak in hesitant bursts and then stopping short.

The man wasn't saying anything. He was standing very still, and his face was without any kind of expression apart from a terrible close attention. Whatever the boy said, the man didn't make any kind of reply. He just let the boy go on and on with his jerky excuses. It was like watching a worm writhing on the end of a hook.

Tom shivered and stepped back slightly.

Robert was watching him. “You can see him, can't you?” he said quickly. “Where is he?”

Tom looked at the man's cold face and his narrow, closed mouth. “Don't try and talk to him now, Robbo. His dad's there. ”

“So?” Robert made a small impatient movement. His eyes traveled slowly around the square until they reached the right place. Then he glanced around. “That's him. Isn't it?”

“He won't tell you anything,” Tom said. “Not while that man's there. He's afraid of him.”

The man was talking now, but only his lips were moving, like wet, red worms. His face was heavy and unhealthy, like something bodged out of dirty white clay.

Robert watched him for a moment. “You don't know,” he said. “Not just from looking. He might be fine when you talk to him.”

“But suppose he's not fine.? Suppose he just takes the bag and walks off? What are you going to do then?” Tom shook his head and edged backward. He had no intention of going anywhere near that man.

“Hang on a minute.” Robert caught hold of Tom's sleeve. “Maybe he'll go off somewhere. Then we can get the boy on his own.”

But it didn't happen like that. Almost as he said it, the man did turn around and walk off. He went briskly out of the square and down the road toward the parking lot. But the boy went with him, almost jogging as he tried to keep up.

Robert tugged at Tom's sleeve and pulled him across the square. But as they reached the edge of the parking lot, the boy and his father were already climbing into a car. Robert broke into a run, but Tom could see that was pointless. He stayed where he was, watching the car back out of its space and drive away. It turned left out of the lot and then right, so that it disappeared almost instantly.

That's it, then,
Tom thought.
We've lost them.

He was amazed at the sudden burst of feeling that swept through him. He could have laughed out loud from sheer relief.

THE NEW CAVERN WAS FULL OF NOISE AND TERROR. PEOPLE began to blunder around, shouting and pushing at each other as they struggled to get away from the break in the wall. Lorn tried to talk above the yelling, to get them to calm down. But her voice wasn't strong enough, and she couldn't make them hear her.

It was Perdew who stopped the chaos. He lifted the glowing wood high above his head, so that it flared suddenly brighter, and as the others turned to look, he bellowed at them. “DO YOU WANT IT TO HEAR YOU?”

That brought immediate silence. Total and terrified. Perdew let it register with everyone. Then he looked at Lorn.

“OK,” he said. “What do we do now?”

“We've got to fill all this in!” Tina said, not waiting for Lorn to answer. “Put it all back just the way it was, before we ever started digging!”

“No!” Lorn said. “No, we canât!”

She hadn't worked out what else they could do. Not yet. But she knew that they had to be down under the earth. It was like hearing a voice in her head.
No one will get you down there. You'll be safe under the ground.
The idea of abandoning the new space they had made filled her with panic.

“So what
are
we going to do?” Perdew said steadily. “Sit here and wait to be eaten?”

“Of course not!” Lorn forced herself to start thinking. “We've got to do somethingâbut we can't fill in everything we've dug out. How could we ever collect enough earth?”

“OK.” Perdew wasn't going to let it drop. “If we can't use this, then we'll have to find a new cavern after all.”

Oh no,
Lorn thought.
You're not getting away with
that. She looked straight back at him. “You want to go out exploring? In the cold?”

For the first time, she felt a response from the others. She could see them imagining what it would be like trekking over the hard, frosty earth, with the icy air eating into their bones. It was too late for exploring now, and they all knew it. They had to stay where they were.

“So what are we going to do about this hole?” Dess said. Not belligerently like Perdew, but desperate for an answer.

“Weâllâ”

We'll have to talk about that,
Lorn was going to say. But the words came out differently. Because suddenly she saw what they could do.

“We'll build a wall,” she said.

No one was expecting that. She felt their surpriseâand then their bewilderment. They didn't understand what she meant.

She turned toward the fallen earth, eager to explain. “Bring the light here, Perdew. So everyone can see.”

The wood had almost burned through, but Perdew carried it over to her, standing to one side of the hole to light it clearly.

Lorn swept her arm in a wide arc in front of the wall. “We can build a barrier right across this end. With big stones. If we make it thick enough, it will keep anything outâand we'll still have the space on this side, to use as a storeroom.”

She saw them nod as they started to take it in, and she knew they were going to agree.

“That would solve a lot of things,” Shang said thoughtfully. “If we put the stores down here, we'll have more room up above.”

“It won't solve anything,” Perdew said. “It'll just leave us back where we startedâin the old, dangerous cavern. We have to
move.”

But he wasn't sounding so fierce now. He'd lost, and he knew it. Lorn didn't bother to argue anymore. She raised her voice and spoke to the others. “What do you think? It means going outside to rind stones. Can you deal with that?”

Before anyone could answer, Perdew caught his breath sharply. The wood he was holding had burned right down to his hand. He flicked it into a corner and watched it disintegrate into a pile of glowing embers.

“It's going to be tricky building a wall in the dark,” he said sourly as the light faded.

“I can cope with darkness,” Lorn said. “I'll stay down here and build the wall.” She turned sideways, toward Bando. “You'll help me lift the stones, won't you?”

As the last light flickered away, she saw him grin. “Yes! I'll help you! I'll carry the stonesâand you can tell me where to put them.”

Perdew shrugged, looking resigned. “OK. I give in. Let's start stone hunting. You'd better wait at the bottom of the ramp, Bando, so you'll be ready to take the stones.”

“Yes! I'll be ready!”

Bando bounded forward, toward the ramp, and Perdew hustled everyone after him.

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