The Last of the High Kings (2 page)
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Authors: Kate Thompson
J.J. Liddy stood in the hall and yelled at the top of his voice, “Where's Jenny?”
The old house, which had been full of noise and activity, fell silent and still. J.J. groaned, then shouted again. “Has anybody seen Jenny?”
His wife, Aisling, came out of the sitting room. “I thought you were watching her,” she said.
“Well, I was, a minute ago,” said J.J. “Then I couldn't because she wasn't there.”
Aisling gave a martyred sigh. Their eldest, Hazel, appeared at the top of the stairs. “She's not up here,” she said.
J.J. went out into the yard. “Jenny!” he yelled, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. If she knew that he was angry, she would never come. “Jenny!”
She probably wouldn't come anyway. She rarely did. J.J. went back into the house and began searching for his walking boots. He found them underneath a pile of cased instruments that were waiting beside the door to be packed into the car, and as he was putting the boots on, Donal came down the stairs with a half-filled backpack.
“Does that mean we aren't going then?” he said. Donal was nine and was by far the easiest of all of Aisling and J.J.'s children. He seldom had much to say, and he never made a fuss about anything.
“Well, we can hardly go without her, can we?” said J.J., tugging at a bootlace.
“I don't see why not,” said Hazel, who was still at the top of the stairs, leaning on the banister. “I don't see why we have to let her ruin everything all the time.”
“Bold Jenny,” said Aidan, arriving on the scene with a hammer. He was going through an aggressive phase, and Aisling and J.J. spent a lot of their time trying to disarm him.
“She wouldn't care anyway.” Hazel went on. “She doesn't want to hang around with the rest of us; that's why she's always swanning off on her own. She probably wouldn't even notice if we weren't here when she
got back. She'd probably be delighted.”
“Oh, it doesn't matter,” said Aisling gloomily. “We can always go in the morning.”
“It does matter,” said Hazel irritably. “If we go in the morning, we'll miss the party, and that's the whole point.”
“I'll find her,” said J.J., lacing his second boot.
“Yeah, right you will,” said Hazel, stomping back to her bedroom.
J.J. went out and shut the door behind him.
“Bold Daddy!” said Aidan, raising the hammer with both hands and aiming it at one of the glass panels in the door.
Aisling snatched it out of his hand the instant before it hit the target and held it up high, out of his reach. He lunged at her and screamed, but she sidestepped and escaped into the kitchen. Silently, Donal retreated, leaving Aidan to finish his tantrum alone on the hallway floor.
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As J.J. crossed the field called Molly's Place, he felt his annoyance subsiding. More than that, he found he could almost sympathize with Jenny. Although it was midwinter, the weather was mild. A gentle breeze blew a soft, misty drizzle in from the sea, and the gray hills
that rose ahead of him were inviting. Why would anyone want to squeeze into a crowded car and be stuck there for three hours when she could stride off into the fresh, earth-scented wilds beyond the farm?
He spotted something in the grass and changed his course. One of Jenny's shoes. It meant he was on the right track at least. He looked up and caught a glimpse of something white on the mountainside far ahead. That big old goat again. It had been hanging around a lot lately, and it made J.J. uneasy. He suspected that it might not be quite what it appeared to be. He suspected as well that Jenny was already a long, long way ahead. She hadn't got that much of a head start, he was fairly sure, but she was capable of moving incredibly quickly once she had, as she always did, jettisoned her shoes.
J.J. looked at his watch. It was two o'clock, which meant that there were still about three hours of daylight left in which to find her. They wouldn't make it for dinner, but provided they were on the road by six, they would still arrive in plenty of time for the party. His sister, Marian, had married an accordion player from Cork, and their New Year's parties were famous in traditional music circles. They were one of the highlights of J.J.'s year, and the annual trip to Cork
was just about the only time the whole family went away together. Everyone loved it and looked forward to it. Everyone, that was, except Jenny.
J.J. found the other shoe just inside the boundary wall of the farm. That was good luck. More often than not only one would turn up, and Jenny's room was littered with shoes that had lost their partners.
“Jenny!”
Beyond the farm the land became much wilder. This was the winterage that belonged to the Liddy farm, but unlike Mikey's land at the top of the mountain, it had hardly any grazing at any time of year, and to a farmer it was useless. The rocky slopes rose steeply, and in hollows and gullies there were belts of woodland, mostly ash and hazel, guarded by black-thorn and brambles. There were plenty of places where Jenny could be hidden from view. She could be almost anywhere.
“Jenny!”
There was no answer. Even the white goat had disappeared. J.J. sighed and, with a last glance back at the house, climbed over the drystone wall.
“Can I go to Ennis with the girls then,” said Hazel, “if Jenny's not back by six?”
“I suppose so,” said Aisling. It was nearly five already, and a few minutes earlier she had gotten up to turn on the outside light. This was not for J.J.'s benefit, or for Jenny's, but for Aidan, who had found three large pieces of polystyrene packaging in the shed and was out in the backyard, pulverizing them with a brick. It was making a terrible mess, which someone would have to clear up at some stage; but it was rare for anything to keep Aidan occupied for more than a couple of minutes at a time, and Aisling was reluctant to bring an end to the relative peace.
Hazel went off to phone her friends and book a seat on the bus. Aisling looked at the clock again. She
would soon have to think about making a meal. There was hardly anything in the house because they hadn't planned on being there that night. She could probably scrape something together with cans and frozen food, but the trouble was she didn't want to. She had been looking forward to getting away; to being fed for a change, and to mucking in with Marian and Danny in the big friendly kitchen down in Cork. She had been looking forward to sitting at the piano and having a few tunes tonight. But then Jennyâ¦
A wave of anxiety washed over her thoughts and changed their direction. What were they going to do about her? The child had been a disaster right from the word
go
. She wasn't stupid or devious or nasty; she was just completely intractable. She spent most of her time roaming around the countryside and seemed to be incapable of doing as she was told. And recently it had gotten worse. Much worse.
At least in the past she had gone to school. She still did occasionally, but it was becoming the exception rather than the rule. Most mornings when Aisling and J.J. got up, Jenny was already gone. And when she was gone, she was gone all day. The girl didn't seem to need the things that normal children did. She never
took anything to eat, and she never came home for lunch. She wore light clothes, often forgetting to take a jacket, even in the foulest of weather. And although Aisling's notes to the teachers were full of them, the truth was that Jenny never, ever got a cough or a cold or a sore throat. But it couldn't go on. The school principal was beginning to get suspicious and had starting asking questions that Aisling found difficult to answer. It should have been J.J.'s responsibility to deal with that kind of thing, but the trouble was that J.J. was hardly ever there.
That was because J.J. Liddy, over the last few years, had become a household name. He had made four CDs, and he spent a large part of every year touring at home and abroad, playing to packed houses wherever he went. That hadn't been the plan when they married. The deal had been that J.J. would stay at home and make violins, and Aisling would go back to working as a homeopath. They were supposed to be sharing the housework and the child rearing, but as the years went by, those things had become almost exclusively Aisling's department.
Anger simmered under her breastbone. She had put up with it for years, partly for the sake of J.J.'s career and partly because he was better paid for playing
music than she would be for working as a homeopath. But money wasn't everything. Aisling's life was passing her by, and Jenny's behavior was the last straw. It was high time things began to change.
Aisling defrosted bread and made soup from frozen peas and canned sweet corn. It was just about ready when J.J. came in with Aidan in his arms. They were both covered in tiny white polystyrene bubbles, and Aidan was still holding his brick.
“Out!” Aisling shouted, waving at the drifting clouds of white particles. “Get it off outside!”
But it was too late. With a dramatic flourish Aidan tossed a handful of polystyrene bubbles into the air.
“Snowing!” he said gleefully.
Bits of polystyrene settled gently in the butter, the milk, the soup, and floated onto the hot plate of the stovetop, where they melted with a poisonous stench. Aisling put down her tools and went to bed. She stayed there while J.J. cleaned up the polystyrene, salvaged the
soup, fed the three children who were present, and carried the smallest one, kicking and screaming every inch of the way, up to bed.
Hazel overtook them on the stairs. “I have to go in half an hour,” she said. “Will you give me a lift to the village?”
“Why don't you stay in?” said J.J. “We could have our own little party to ring in the new year.”
“Mum said I could go,” said Hazel.
If J.J. had any objections, she didn't wait to hear them but went into her room and closed the door. She began selecting clothes from her drawers and wardrobe, but she wasn't actually going to change just yet. The custom was for all the girls to meet up and get dressed together. Half the clothes that Hazel put into her bag were ones she knew she wasn't going to wear. In fact she might end up wearing none of her own clothes, since they all were endlessly borrowing and swapping. But it was still important to choose exactly the right things and pack them carefully. It was almost the best bit, a delicious appetizer for the evening that lay ahead.
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Donal was watching the TV downstairs when Jenny came in.
“Don't you dare turn it off,” he said to her.
“Why?”
“Because I'm watching it, that's why.” He sat forward on the edge of the sofa so he could jump up and catch her if she tried to turn it off. She was two years older than he was, but he was already as tall as she was and considerably heavier. In any physical struggle he would have had the upper hand, but it never came to that. Not quite. She didn't turn off the TV now. Instead she sprawled on the sofa behind him. Her dress was soaked. Polystyrene bubbles from the yard clung to her bare feet and legs.
“Get changed,” said Donal.
“Why?”
“Because you're wet. Where have you been anyway?”
“Out.”
“I know you've been out. You wrecked our New Year's.”
“Why?”
“Because we couldn't go to Cork. We missed the party.”
Jenny sat up and began rubbing the polystyrene off her feet and onto the carpet. “I forgot,” she said. “I was talking to the púka.”
“And how is the púka today?” said Donal sardonically.
“He's fine. He told me where there's a ghost.”
“A ghost as well?” said Donal. “And what did the ghost have to say for itself?”
“I didn't see it,” said Jenny. “I'll go there tomorrow.”
“No, you won't,” said Donal. “We're going to Cork tomorrow, and you'd better not forget this time.”
The phone rang. It was Marian, wondering what had happened to them.
While Donal explained, Jenny got up from the sofa and unplugged the TV. She couldn't think while that thing was blaring away, and she wanted to think now. She wanted to think about the ghost.
He was very sad and very lonely, the púka had told her. He had been there for thousands of years, watching over the beacon, and the púka had a plan to set him free. He wanted Jenny to go talk to the ghost and make friends with him, but he didn't want her to tell him who had sent her. That part was a secret, the púka said, and if she gave it away, then the rescue plan wouldn't work. Jenny had never had a secret before. She had never met a ghost before either. Both things were exciting but a little bit frightening as well. She lay back down on the sofa and thought about them.
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As she was crossing the landing with her bulging bag, Hazel paused. The door to her parents' room was ajar,
and she could hear a tense conversation emerging. She sat down on the top step. Waiting, not eavesdropping. It wasn't her fault if she could hear every word they said.
Her mother was speaking. “But it's all become such a mess, J.J. I don't know how we got into this state.”
“It's not the end of the world,” J.J. said. “We can still go in the morning.”
“I'm not talking about that!” said Aisling, her voice rising in frustration. “I'm talking about the way we're living!” She waited for J.J. to respond, and when he didn't, she went on. “It's just madness. I can't plan anything. Some days I can't even get out to the shops until Hazel comes home because Jenny has gone wandering off while I'm not looking.”
“I'll have another talk with herâ” J.J. began, but Aisling interrupted him with a snort of derision.
“Talk?” she said. “You might as well sit down and have a talk with the cat. It would take about as much notice of you as Jenny does. It's a complete waste of time talking to her. It goes in one ear and straight out the other.”
“Okay. But I don't know what else to do. Maybe we should get locks on all the doors. I mean the kind you can only open with a key. Then she couldn't get out.”
“I've thought of that,” said Aisling gloomily. “I couldn't live with it. Can you imagine it, with four kids trying to come in and out? I'd be like a jailer.”
There was a long silence, and Hazel was about to go in and remind them about her lift when Aisling began again.
“This was never the deal, J.J. I never volunteered to be at home on my own for half the year while you sailed off around the world playing tunes.”
“I know, I know,” said J.J.
“The deal was that you'd be at home making fiddles and helping with the children. The deal was that I'd go back to work.”
“Well, you know the story as well as I do,” said J.J. “I would be making fiddles if he had brought me that wood.”
“That's right,” said Aisling. “He didn't bring the wood, but we still have to keep our side of the agreement. How is that, J.J.?”
Hazel waited to hear about the wood and who it was that ought to have delivered it and why, but the question seemed to have put an end to the conversation. She looked at her watch. It was eight-thirty. Time to go. She stood up and called out for a lift.
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By the time J.J. came back from taking Hazel to the village Aisling had gotten up. She was sitting with Donal, watching TV with the volume turned down low. Jenny was asleep on the sofa underneath an old woolen blanket. The fire in the hearth was lit.
“We could have a tune, I suppose,” J.J. said. “Just the four of us. Nice and cozy.”
“Shhh,” said Donal. “Don't wake her up.”
“Maybe in a while,” said Aisling. “It's early yet.” J.J. stared at the television, realizing he hated it almost as much as Jenny did. It reminded him of lonely hotel rooms from Berlin to Birmingham to Beijing. Aisling might not choose to believe it, but he would far rather be at home making fiddles than stuck on that exhausting musical merry-go-round. It was then that the first seeds of an idea came to him, a possible way to put an end to the failed agreement and solve the problem of Jenny. He went out into the kitchen, where he could think in peace and quiet.